I have learned something today, too late, but I HAVE learned. The story:
My husband's bachelor uncle, the only JW in his family, living alone in our small community. When my MIL was alive, she included him in family activities. However, it has been years since we actually interacted with him, other than a wave on the street or a hello, how are you at the grocery store.
We knew his health was not good, but did we bother to check on him? No. We knew he was a loner, but did we bother to call him? No. He died, having a good JW friend who looked in on him toward the end. This was his best friend in the world, the man who brought him into the JW cult. But, a better person than we, regardless of his religion. He cared enough to look in on his friend. We turned our heads in ignorance and selfishness.
Today we were the ones, among a handful of other relatives, who cleaned up his mice infested trailer which should not have been inhabited by any human. We were the ones...who tried to gather up the few belongings he had that were of any value, to pass on to his out of state sister. Who shed tears of guilt for not being there for this person, this old sad man who always had a smile for everybody.
It is a sad lesson of life. We can talk all we want about loving our fellow man, but do we practice what we preach? I pray to God that I am guided to change from this day on.
Thanks for this posting this subject, it just brought this all to a head for me.
AuntieJane