It was 12 or 1 in the morning at the holy ground in Phoenix. After our group prayer I told everyone to go off and have individual prayer and that I would sing "Tong Il" in about five minutes. There was a pond with some ducks there. Everyone went off to find a place to pray. Then all of a sudden, there was a big splash. One sister fell asleep praying and fell in the pond!
Later while we were fundraising with her she ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time. There was a bank robbery and she was kidnapped as a hostage. She was a riot, a British sister with a kind of Liverpoolian accent. She was talking so much to the robbers that she was driving them crazy and they finally dropped her off in the middle of nowhere.
From 40 Years in America, p. 242.