Let me tell you a real real heavy experience.
Back in about sixty-one I was sent to Pakistan as a missionary, arrived in Karachi in 104 degree heat after a five week freighter trip from cold New York. I contacted a high fever after a few days. I was stuck in a Seventh Day Adventist hospital for a week alone, while all the other JW went to an assembly 800 miles away at Lahore.
I was sick and depressed all the hot summer. When the zone servant came in the fall when the heat was diminished, he said the next day I had to go out in the service with him, two hours door to door, take him on two or three back calls where I had never returned. Take him on a back call where I could start a Bible Study, take him on a Bible study. This was in a Muslim country, where, since the days of the British, only one Muslim had been converted (not babtized) to Jaydom and he kept his religious associations clandestinely.
I groaned inside, I told him I couldn't do it.
No discussion with him, no questions asked or encouragement.
Within a month I got a letter from Nathan Homer Knorrs office, stating I was a disappointment to the Society, turn in my badge (missionary regulation booklet) and leave the missionary home.
Not a cent in my pocket, we only got seven dollars a month spending money and room and board.
I survived there for another year on my own. Finally my old congregation, lent me some money to return home on another slow freighter.
I found out later that when the WT sends out missionaries, they have to sign papers stating that they are responsible for their missionaries and if they get into difficulty they will take responsibility for them and pay their way home.
I have a hard time writing this post.
For years I never revealed my trials in Pakistan, not even to my wife that I married some 15 years later.
I still have stuff I do not even want to talk about.
Bye,
belbab