Today, an old JW friend came to visit a member of my family who is still active. I saw them leave together to run errands. When they left, she didn't say hi and barely looked at me.
After taking care of my cores around the house, I noticed that the sister had forgot to turn off the head lights of her car. So, I called them on my relative's cell phone, but the sister thought they could probably be back in time before the battery would run flat. Well, that didn't happen. The battery died. So who was there to save her day and give her a boost? ME!
She was so nice with me, making small talk and smiling and laughing, just like in the good all days.
I tell you, there is no greater pleasure than being a nice person to them making them realize: How come he didn't become a complete dick? He hasn't been to the hall in so long; shouldn't he be bad by now?