content: I actually remember something sad from my childhood, 2 JW (man and wife) would come once a week to talk to us for an hour or so, they knew we weren't religious but always took the time, then eventually his wife became very sick but could have been saved with a blood transfusion, they mulled it over together and then eventually one day he turned up without her and informed us that they let her die. first time I think I ever feel that deep unjust feeling you get sometimes. He stopped turning up forever shortly after that.