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Seeing the LDS missionaries, just now, working on their rental car in the driveway, as I walked by and said hi to them and they shunned me as usual, made me realize… I am a 5th generation Mormon, never missed a single meeting or event from 1975 to 2013 when I became paralized, bedridden, and unable to sit up for 13 years, and am only just now in 2026, able to sit upright for 1 or 2 hours a day, and daily push my wheelchair around the block trying to relearn to walk… and I have been across the street from the missionaries since February 2019, so 7 years now, … do you realize that in all that time, not once has a missionary ever stopped by to visit me, me a 5th generation Mormon who never once missed a single 5 hour Sunday meeting, never once missed any of the 3 times a week 4 hour events, paid a full tithe, and paid 3x a full tithe because I also paid 10% to the temple program and 10% to the missionary fund, paying a full 30% of my income to the church for decades… and when I became paralized in 2013, not once since 2013 til now in 2026 has a single missionary, home teacher, visiting teacher, relief society member, or bishopric member ever once stop by to check in on me… and yet, the front door of the missionary building is literally less then twenty feet across the street from my door, where it has been since 2019, right now, and the missionaries are standing there right now, this very second, refusing to even acknowledge i just said hello to them, full on shunning me.Why?What even is going on with the church?I've been bedridden and paralized from a broken spine for thirteen years, and never one in that time has a missionary stopped by to visit. Why? It is against church policy for missionaries to NOT visit the home bound, bring the sacraments to their sick bed.I've been bedridden and paralized from a broken spine for thirteen years, and never one in that time has a visiting teacher stopped by to visit. Why? It is against church policy for visiting teachers to NOT visit the home bound.I've been bedridden and paralized from a broken spine for thirteen years, and never one in that time has a home teacher stopped by to visit. Why? It is against church policy for the visiting teachers to NOT visit the home bound, bring the sacraments to their sick bed.I've been bedridden and paralized from a broken spine for thirteen years, and never one in that time has the relief society stopped by to visit. Why? It is against church policy for the relief society to NOT visit the home bound.I've been bedridden and paralized from a broken spine for thirteen years, and never one in that time has anyone from the bishopric stopped by to visit. Why? It is against church policy the bishopric to NOT visit the home bound, bring the sacraments to their sick bed.The local church appears to be shunning me (shunning is a part of church policy) but I haven't got a clue why.It just seems very odd to me.Well, one things for certain, when I became crippled in 2013, I certainly learned fast who my REAL friends were and who never cared about me to begin with.

Seeing the LDS missionaries, just now, working on their rental car in the driveway, as I walked by and said hi to them and they shunned me as usual, made me realize… 

I am a 5th generation Mormon, never missed a single meeting or event from 1975 to 2013 when I became paralized, bedridden, and unable to sit up for 13 years, and am only just now in 2026, able to sit upright for 1 or 2 hours a day, and daily push my wheelchair around the block trying to relearn to walk… 

and I have been across the street from the missionaries since February 2019, so 7 years now, … 

do you realize that in all that time, not once has a missionary ever stopped by to visit me, me a 5th generation Mormon who never once missed a single 5 hour Sunday meeting, never once missed any of the 3 times a week 4 hour events, paid a full tithe, and paid 3x a full tithe because I also paid 10% to the temple program and 10% to the missionary fund, paying a full 30% of my income to the church for decades… 

and when I became paralized in 2013, not once since 2013 til now in 2026 has a single missionary, home teacher, visiting teacher, relief society member, or bishopric member ever once stop by to check in on me… and yet, the front door of the missionary building is literally less then twenty feet across the street from my door, where it has been since 2019, right now, and the missionaries are standing there right now, this very second, refusing to even acknowledge i just said hello to them, full on shunning me.

Why?

What even is going on with the church?

I've been bedridden and paralized from a broken spine for thirteen years, and never one in that time has a missionary stopped by to visit. 

Why? It is against church policy for missionaries to NOT visit the home bound, bring the sacraments to their sick bed.

I've been bedridden and paralized from a broken spine for thirteen years, and never one in that time has a visiting teacher stopped by to visit. 

Why? It is against church policy for visiting teachers to NOT visit the home bound.

I've been bedridden and paralized from a broken spine for thirteen years, and never one in that time has a home teacher stopped by to visit. 

Why? It is against church policy for the visiting teachers to NOT visit the home bound, bring the sacraments to their sick bed.

I've been bedridden and paralized from a broken spine for thirteen years, and never one in that time has the relief society stopped by to visit. 

Why? It is against church policy for the relief society to NOT visit the home bound.

I've been bedridden and paralized from a broken spine for thirteen years, and never one in that time has anyone from the bishopric stopped by to visit. 

Why? It is against church policy the bishopric to NOT visit the home bound, bring the sacraments to their sick bed.

The local church appears to be shunning me (shunning is a part of church policy) but I haven't got a clue why.

It just seems very odd to me.

Well, one things for certain, when I became crippled in 2013, I certainly learned fast who my REAL friends were and who never cared about me to begin with.





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