I can't stand complainers

Today we went to a town called Los Llanos. There is a small branch there that meets in the only space available in the city suitable for Church meetings. As the branch keeps growing, we have improved it so much since we got here five years ago. There are more people attending and they all seemed ready to learn. However the Relief Society class was taught by the missionaries, the only males in the room, an elderly woman kept interrupting the class making odd comments like she has dementia. She can't hear and needs glasses. I am going to take this issue to heart and find her a way to get hearing aids and glasses so at least she can see and hear. But how would I go about doing that is the question. I don't even know her name and where she lives. I have to talk to the missionary couples to know what to do.


The people there are all poor but somehow manage to survive except one woman in particular from Haiti who has figured out a way to always be complaining and asking for money in order to get things. He, her boyfriend kept talking with  my husband and she kept talking to me about her situation. She has three children and can't go out to work she said and  her husband is from Haiti and does not have legal papers to allow him to find work either.

Daniel later finds out that they are not members, not even married but they managed to have three children that they can't feed.  They think they are entitled to anything the regular members receive temporally when they are going through hard times. We learned that they talk to every missionary couple that comes there to ask for things like a computer and money of course saying that they have nothing to eat. No one in that town does compare to other towns but people make it somehow and no one else in complaining.


The missionaries are busy spending time with them to put their life in order and what a mess! They are Hatians and they carry a big chip on their shoulders, can't find work and are never  happy with anything you give them either no matter what they get. They both as a couple only know to complain and complain to get peoples attention and ask and ask but don't want to do any work in return and the Church does not function that way. I used to love to visit Los Llanos but not anymore if we are going to be harassed the way we were last Sunday.


 A story I read on Liz Vanleeuwnes facebook page reminded me of this woman and husband.   Here is  what she posted:

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An ageing master grew tired of his apprentice’s complaints. One morning, he sent him to get some salt. When the apprentice returned, the master told him to mix a handful of salt in a glass of water and then drink it.

“How does it taste?” the master asked.

“Bitter,” said the apprentice.

The master chuckled and then asked the young man to take the same handful of salt and put it in the lake. The two walked in silence to the nearby lake and once the apprentice swirled his handful of salt in the water, the old man said, “Now drink from the lake.”

As the water dripped down the young man’s chin, the master asked, “How does it taste?”

“Fresh,” remarked the apprentice.

“Do you taste the salt?” asked the master.

“No,” said the young man. At this the master sat beside this serious young man, and explained softly,

“The pain of life is pure salt; no more, no less. The amount of pain in life remains exactly the same. However, the amount of bitterness we taste depends on the container we put the pain in. So when you are in pain, the only thing you can do is to enlarge your sense of things. Stop being a glass. Become a lake.”

~ Meditation Masters  

I love helping people but I can't stand complainers!