A hell of a lot nicer than anyone else I knew.
And I'm only writing this because it's not really immodest because you don't know who I am.
I never went to the KH without some homebaked cake or cookies for the elderly ones, or a small gift for someone, or some cards telling someone how much I appreciated them. The more I disliked a person, the harder I would try to befriend them. Usually, the reason I disliked them went away (not! Nope - my instinct about persons' true natures is very strong).
I carried food by the bag ful into the hall for struggling families. I brought clothing (no big deal, everyone else did that too). I really woked hard at trying to be loving.
Never got really close to anyone, though. The sister who studied with me told me it was because anyone could bring presents for someone (true enough), but my heart was closed off to any real love. Which is also probably true. But I felt my efforts were totally denigrated. The second congregation? They scarfed up everything I had and in return, snubbed me and my daughter for not having any family connections or money. All true. The first congregation was screwed, the second was a nightmare of nepotism and greed.
Oh! As was my custom, if there was a paper at the curb of a house I was going to subject to my rather poor calibre of Witnessing (very apologetic), I always took it to the door and gave it to the householder. An elder, however, told me we weren't paperboys and to leave them atr the curb. I still did it anyway. That is damned ignorant, walking over papers to get to a door instead of picking them up.
Please, all, bear with me as I try to reason everything out. You're going to get a lot of these dumb posts - I have to write them, you don't have to read them.