I met my last "annointed" in 1992, her name was Dawson & lived in a small town in the middle of Nebraska.
Her grandson, a funny, but wild & heavy drinking Dub, introduced us & they spent the night at our house.
She was a life long Dub & we could see she was a real mental case.
My wife & I kept the door to our room locked & they left early in the morning without saying a word.
She had long straggly white hair & eyes that could turn you to stone.
Her grandson told us that one night, under a full moon, she was seen chasing a chicken, hatchet in hand, in her nightgown.
I was told later that she had lost a child to cancer & I felt bad for her, maybe if she had not been raised a Dub, she would have received some professional help.
That was just one of many nutty things that helped me see the WT for what it was, a goofy cult!
Any other true stories?