I sat through a convention morning session with a 14 yo coughing vigorously behind me not using a hanky or covering his mouth while his parents sat so spiritual paying no attention.
I was off work for days after wards.
also in my earliest days in the 'truth' i saw a tired little boy about 2-3 crying on the ground as he has messed himself the mother in her finest dress gave him a nudge with her foot and told him' come on get up'.
'whats wrong' i said.
'Hes got diarohea.' My heart bleeds for that little boy and my own absence of spine all those years ago in not paying out on this ...'mother'. Such love shown and where did she learn such an attitude?
Where is he today.? That country convention was held in show ground sheds with hopelessly inadeqaute toileting and washing facilities.