I have a couple of stories from way back when. I'll share 2 here:
1. We had finished celebrating the memorial - we had the second shift so it was from 7-8pm. Some of stayed behind talking in the cool of the night and the one elders wife asked what she should do with the wine in the glasses and the wafer cakes. I took one of the wafer cakes, relieved her of a glass and proceeded to drink the whole glass and eat the wafer. At first she was a little shocked, then a nervous giggle and she did the same justifying that the memorial had passed so it should be okay. It wasn't bad wine either.
2. Again in the parking lot of the meeting had finished, an african hobo comes stumbling into the parking lot, mumbling and pointing to his chest. The man had been stabbed. We have an alarmingly high rate of aids in our country and not many people wanted blood on their hands. Ran off to the bathroom, found two plastic packets, got water and some cloths, and told someone to phone the ambulance. He lay there as I put pressure on his wound, for about 20 min. Finally the ambulance came and sorted him out - I don't know if he survived.