being hounded out in service with 100 degrees or more outside. and if I looked dehydrated and miserable I was bringing reproach to Johova. oh I remember going by houses where kids were playing in a swimming pool! another time we were in service, I was about 6, I fell on my shin on a ridge of hard dirt, my mom asked a woman in the street who was watering her plants for some water to clean my profusely bleeding wound, and on we went. I am thankful I did not get tetanus, or osteomyelitis. I still have a huge scar on my leg from that gash. (of course if my dad, who had a little more sense in him had been there I would have had proper wound care and tetanus serum STAT, at the time I had no proper inmunizations in me)
being forced to sit down at the meetings for 12 months waiting for reinstatement that was denied. being forced to sit down at the meetings here in the US for 2 more years waiting for that same reinstatement that was denied by the original body of elders once again, after 4 years of not seeing me. finally it took some heavy duties at Bethel down in my country to remove my file from those grudging elders to a more favorable body for me to get back in, so I could get to see my very elderly parents again. Yeah, I am going to come back after that. thank you for showing me the light, bastards.