At lunch one day I had just come out of a deli with bag of food to eat in the park and spotted some JW's at a literature cart. I began speaking to them and told them my JW story and why I didn't believe anymore. Their smiles were suddenly replaced with disdainful looks and pursed lips.
As the elder type brother was speaking, a young pathetic homeless guy came up and asked us if we had any money we could spare him. The well dressed JW's looked at him as if he was garbage. They said No and visibly shuddered to themselves.
I said "Well I won't give you any money but are you hungry?" He replied yes so I gave him my bag of food. He tore into the bag and began stuffing his face right there next to us as if he was starving. The JW's looked ashamed and it was as if "fiery coals" of shame were heaped upon their heads. It occurred to me (and hopefully to them) that I had used my "service" as a JW, as a "Cop-out" a poor excuse for not having to actually do anything real for anybody.
That is one thing that has changed since I left the JW's. I got rid of the "superior attitude" in this regard and realized how many wonderful people there are out there who are making a real and tangible difference to those they may encounter who are in need of help.