A few years ago I was sick at home with a really bad case of bronchitis. My girl friend's husband rang my doorbell and when I open the door - feeling like real crap and looking close to death the sweetheart was standing there holding out a bag of juice and Tylenol and some food.
This couple who were so generous of spirit and support wqere the ones who helped me on my search of freedom of the WTS. They asked a few discrete questions and I did the research. They listened and supported me. They stood on each side of me and helped me walk into a church and let me cry my sorrow onto their shoulder's
They taught me what being a true Christian is all about. And they never preached to me - not one word
They helped to heal my soul