I particularly enjoyed the story about the African villagers who would walk a half day through the jungle, ford a raging river by using washtubs (that they had to bring with them) to hold their literature, meeting clothes, babies, and small children, then walk another few hours through the jungle until they reached the meeting place, hold all 5 meetings back to back, then make the return trip the next day.
Shooooot, what was my problem bringing five children (three under 6 years old at one point) to the Kingdom Hall in 100+ Fahrenheit temperatures (Los Angeles temperatures), on foot, pushing a baby stroller while the oldest either carried or walked with the middle kid(s)? (My car was totalled in a hit-n-run which was the other driver's fault entirely.) We only had to walk three miles while the elders passed us by with their air conditioned cars, later telling me that 1) it was illegal for them to pick us up because there weren't enough seat belts in their cars for all of us, or 2) they started taking the freeway route because seeing us walking made them feel bad!
Then there was the story about the Malawian sisters in a concentration camp who were told to move a hill from one side of the road to the other, and given no tools! The sisters reportedly carried the soil in their cupped hands, handful by handful, until the entire hillside was moved. Now that story I could relate to!