Hardships and Assemblies

by Sunspot 62 Replies latest jw friends

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  LovesDubs

  Speaking of being entertained by ANYTHING you could see like dogs pooping...Sportsmans Park in Chicago...the horse racing establishment we had our convention in. Every morning the trainers would take the horses out and trot them around the track, in spite of the fact that we had just spent a WEEK cleaning the horse manure dust off the seats and were now blessed with MORE dust to clean off every day as well as the occasional downwind mixture of manure mixed with old moldy hay to smell for 8 hours... we were near enough to Midway Airport that we could at least watch the planes, or the geese in the infield pond or the sun fried egg reddening bald spots on the brothers along the front of the stands that wanted to be up close and personal to show how INTO IT they were...or whatever their reasoning was.

  And watching HALF THE PEOPLE THERE sleep after their hoagies and shasta...

  Yep bliss.
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  MinisterAmos

  If I hear one more moron Dub say something like "WOW that was just the best assembly ever!" I swear I will feed them my hoagie. Ditto for the moron with the "keep moving" sign who always stands next to the retard with the "be seated" sign and the half-wit with the "no walking" sign. WTF?

  Course I've spent the last three assemblies parked outside in my RV watching porn on the DVD player so my opinion might not count.
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  Sunspot

  Even more interesting was watching a brother struggle with his concience over whether he should go onto the field (which we were ABSOLUTELY NOT allowed to do) and remove the shit, or whether to obey the club rules and leave the shit to puterify on the pitch. The suspense was better than an action film.

  Katiekitten....I gotta tell ya....I did a real LOL when reading THAT! The scenario was too much to take, hahaha!

  Washing diapers at the one washing machine in the campground. (My mother washed diapers in a tub of a rooming house when my sister was little and woke up to roaches crawling all over in the middle of the night. This was also one of the eight-day assemblies in Yankee Stadium.)

  Emma......NOT a warm or fond memory of "how I spent MY summer vacation" to be sure! EIGHT DAYS! The longest one I attended was FIVE days and the glow had worn off the privelege experience long before it was over!
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  Sunspot

  Hardship is being a young child, and being forced to sit for 8 + hours per day, 5 days of the week, at Dodger Stadium in July's 100 degree weather, listening to endless, monotonous garbage. Ah, I do remember the days, and how I hated each and every minute I was forced to attend those abusive conventions. If this is "god's organization," why would god appoint people that are so stupid as to not possess even a basic understanding of the needs of a child? Or maybe they knew but just didn't care? Whatever the answers to those questions, I remember all too well the multitude of children being beaten in the back of the stands at Dodger Stadium because they couldn't bear the grueling conditions imposed on them by the sadistic freaks that control the Watchtower.

  144001, It boggles the mind to think what I put my own children through all the years they were growing up....and what other JW parents did to sacrifice their kids to the cold and uncaring Watchtowergod.

  You can bet your socks that the men who run the WTS were not or ARE NOT sitting in any 100 degree stadium or climbing 2-3 flights of concrete stairs, to sit there in the hot baking sun to hear a "talk" they have all, in essence, heard before or possibly may have written. NOTHING is ever "new" when it comes to a WTS talk...and we broke our butts to "be there" all eager,bright and shiny every year.

  You would need to hold an umbrella to keep the sun off you and you would need to have a bottle of water in the other hand. So, you couldn't take notes.

  LHG,
  How many JWs got heatstroke, got severely sunburned or just plain vomited and fainted from the oppressive heat and humidity every year at the wretched assemblies? And for what?....Really....and....for....what.
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  Sunspot

  Reading this just made me realize - they expect you to take off of work to go to the assembly, yet scrape together money for a room and supplies to bring your own food. Where are their heads?! [Never mind, I already know the answer to that one.]

  The "simplification" of bringing meals didn't simplify the lives of the JWs in the least. Having to pack meals for 3 days for adults and children while staying in a hotel room???

  And climbing steps is a big deal when you have a "hidden" disability - like bad knees or ankles, or trouble balancing - but don't "qualify" for handicapped seating.

  Ingenuous...Haven't we ALL thought these things at one time or another? SOME folks won't admit to it though.....

  AFA the hidden disability goes....you are absolutely right! The one year I DID need the wheelchair..I was lucky that I wasn't forced to find seats in the nosebleed section that year, even though I WAS forced to sit without a companion, a sister to help me because she wasn't authorized to sit in one of the many empty seats near me. Such love, huh?

  How about this one. Having just had a C-section less than two months prior to the Convention at Dodger Stadium, like my ex-wife.

  XJW4EVR....I'll bet that the loving brothers would have her trudging up and down thse "few stairs" lugging 40 pounds of baby and baby paraphernalia every time the infant made a peep. It sure conjures up some warm memories, eh?
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  Sunspot

  If I hear one more moron Dub say something like "WOW that was just the best assembly ever!" I swear I will feed them my hoagie. Ditto for the moron with the "keep moving" sign who always stands next to the retard with the "be seated" sign and the half-wit with the "no walking" sign. WTF?

  Minister Amos...couldn't we just count on hearing this at least ten times before we got home? And those SIGNS----don't get me started on THAT! It was worse then pre-school on its worst day....
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  Sunspot

  I see that the dissenting voter, Jer-whatever, never came back to discuss anything. I still would like to know why he singled out my "ofs", but I guess it's not for me to know.

  Must be a "WTS mystery", right Jerwhatever? But thanks for the contribution to my topic. It would be too boring if everyone AGREED with one another! You caught the ball and ran with it.....but forgot how to do something like "reply" after dumping your pro-WTS views and then running away.

  Thanks to the rest of you who made the thread so interesting with your comments....

  The WTS has NOTHING CLOSE to the unity that EXJWs have.....and WE don't have it pounded into us at every meeting and in every publication either, LOL!

  hugs to you all....

  Annie
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  Little Drummer Boy

  I always hated the assemblies.

  One year early on after my dunking, when I was still acting like a good little dub and had the "privelege" of being an attendant in the dinning area at the circuit assembly, I had an experience.

  There was a mother and she had about two or three kids with her. I don't think her husband attended conventions with her. One of her kids was in a wheel chair and obviously had some major disabilities. The brothers in charge were in a hurry to get everybody cleared out and back to their seats for the program. Only problem was that there wasn't enough seating, and we always had to wait in line until seats opened up, and then we could sit down to eat once it was our turn. Well, this family had been seated toward the end of the lunch break, and the disabled girl was struggling to finish her lunch. I happened to wander by them because I was checking on the status of the dinning room area I had been assigned to and noticed that this girl had hardly been able to eat any of her lunch since it took so much effort and time for her to eat.

  Right about then, another "brother" who way out ranked me walked up and basically started to order the family out of the dinning room. He didn't give a rats ass about their situation. That poor, very dutiful mom actually began to get up to put an end to her families lunch even though her disabled daugther would have had to go hungry. They were known to be a very faithful, humble family who really wanted to serve jehobee.

  So, I moved over by the family, put myself between them and the "brother", and said...

  (firm voice on)

  me - "They aren't done eating yet."

  him - "They have to leave now. The program is going to start and everybody has to be out of the dinning area."

  me - (much firmer voice) "I said they aren't done yet."

  him - "But.."

  me - (much, much firmer voice and a glare to) "They aren't done yet, and they ARE going to be allowed to stay here until they are done."

  him -(slight yelp) "OK"

  I sat down at a nearby table and made damn sure that nobody else tried to run them off. I was so mad that I would have come across the table at that "brother" if he would have kept on going about it. Unfeeling bastard.
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  OUTLAW

  Ya SunSpot,I remember that..Toilet paper rationing..Whats next,an attendant to hose your bum with a pressure washer?..That would save on toilet paper..Would`nt that be an excellent privilage for some up and coming Dub?..LOL!!OUTLAW
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  exwitless

  I remember going to an assembly with my husband and our son who was about 18 months old. No matter how early we got there in the morning, EVERY blasted seat was saved with a WT or songbook over it. We walked and walked up and down and all around, and we finally found 2 seats (not even one for our son) in about the middle of the arena. Just about as soon as I was getting the feeling back in my feet, a "brother" came up and said "those seats were saved for us." My husband said "there wasn't anything on them to save them" and the "brother" said, "well, the whole row is for our family." My husband said "look, we just walked around for a half hour and we have a baby. Can't you let us sit here?" NOPE-the "brother" wouldn't give in. So up we go again. We had to wait until they opened some "overflow" seating in the nose-bleeder section, which had very narrow slick concrete steps to get up and down. Try carrying an 18 month old up and down those steps several times a day, besides the fact it was blazing hot up there and no direct lighting so we had to squint to see our Bibles. Good times, good times. A true show of how our "brothers" will do anything for each other out of the goodness of their hearts.