The last cong I attended was supposed to be about 100 publishers, but at the TMS & service meeting, there'd usually only be about 30-40 people, the people who had been JW's for years and years. It wasn't much better on Sundays.
There was one sister who commented more than anybody, she parroted the party line to the T. She was in her 40's and had been in a bad car accident as a young adult. The accident left her with impaired motor and speech skills. It was painful to listen to her 5 minute rambling comments where she would berate herself in her halting, slurred speech about not doing more and how she would pray and pray that she could do more in field service, etc.
This was one of many things that made me stop and think, what a f*%@ed up religion I'm involved with, that this crippled lady felt so much guilt because she didn't feel like she was doing enough.