I told this story once before, a long time ago--I think, so long ago that it must have been on H2O instead of here--so here it is again, FWIW.
While I was still studying, at the age of 22, the guy who was studying with me told me something he had seen at a convention once. He wanted me to realize how close to God the anointed were, what a love of the bible they had.
He told me about hearing one of the governing body members (I can't recall who) giving the keynote address on Sunday afternoon of the convention, you know, the big one, that was advertised on the handouts all over the city. The brother spoke for however long it is, about an hour and a half or so. He made several references to scriptures, which they all dutifully looked up and read along as he cited them.
When he finished, the chairman came up and announced that he had the attendance report for the talk, and asked the GB guy if he would read them. GB replied that he couldn't. Upon being pressed for a reason, he replied that he had forgotten his glasses, and couldn't see to read without them.
He had given the entire talk from memory, including citing and quoting the scriptires. How wonderful! How awe-inspiring! I was appropriately impressed by the story.
Fast forward five or six years. District convention. GB guy scheduled to give the keynote address on Sunday. He comes up, delivers the speech, cites many scriptures. We dutifully read along.
When he finished, he seemed to fiddle and shuffle about a bit at the podium rather than immediately walking away. The chairman came up with a microphone in his hand, and thanked the brother for coming to visit them and deliver those wonderful words of encouragement from Jehovah. Then he said he had the attendance report for the talk...
At this point, I got an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach.
...and would the brother please read the report for the audience?
I thought to myself, "Oh, no. No, don't do this... please."
Br. GB replied, haltingly, that he was sorry, but he was unable to read the report. Br. Chairman sputtered his confusion into the mic for all to hear: "What... you can't... I don't..."
Br. GB replied that he had forgotten his glasses, and was unable to read without them.
Br. Chairman, astounded at this revelation and its implication, enunciated his amazement clearly for those of us who hadn't yet made the connection: "you DIDDUNT BRING your GLASSES with you, Br. GB?" And he turned to stare at the audience, eyes wide and jaw slacked open far enough for even those in the grandstand seats to see.
I had to get up and go outside, sick through to my bones.