The speaker went through the roof and outside, but survived. The only person killed was a brother sitting in the front row.
Aaah, maybe that's why nobody likes to sit in the front row!
I'd never heard that dog/cat talking one. I love it! Nothing that cool ever happened to me out in service, durn it all.
I heard the train story from a Pioneer sister fresh back from super special Pioneer School. She would share little nuggets of wisdom from a big, top secret 3-ring binder full of cool crap that she either got as a handout or typed up herself. We couldn't actually read from the binder ourselves as we were not Pioneers and, therefore, not deserving of such a privilege. (barf)
Of course the whole car group gasped in awe after she read the little story. How tragic...and isn't this just how Jehovah must have felt sacrificing his son (of course, Jah had the power to ressurect his son so it wasn't exactly the same, was it). Not being a spiritual as I should have been, I spent the rest of the morning out in service wondering why this moron had his toddler with him at work and why he didn't keep a better eye on him. LOL