Same guy, different story:
As we know, JWs are more or less required to join the TMS, and give talks. The elderly brother who napped during meetings never joined the school or gave talks, but would attend. When I was appointed the TMS servant I talked everyone into taking part, even the elderly brother. Sure enough, he showed up for his talk; it lasted about 5 minutes--the longest 5 minutes in my life.
The poor guy was extremely nerves, and literally shaking from head to toe. He stood behind the podium, held on to it with both hands as if letting go would cause sudden death. He looked straight out into the audience with a glazed expression, and didn't say a word--not one word!
While clutching the podium with his hands, he somehow twisted or wrapped both legs around the legs of the podium, and stood there like a deer staring into oncoming headlights. Five minutes into his 6-minute "talk," I rang the bell; he didn't move.
I approached the stage, slowly walked to the podium and helped dislodge each hand from the speaker's stand as he released his legs and feet from maze below the stand. Together we walked to his seat, and I returned to the podium and commended him for his effort.
That was the longest 5 minutes of my life as a JW. Needless to say, I didn't put him on the schedule again, and he didn't mind. He also taught me the lesson I didn't learn at the Kingdom Ministry School in Pittsburgh. "You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make him drink."
Wouldn't it be a hoot if Zazu's piano thumper and this guy were in the same KH. The congregation would be blessed with mid-meeting prayers and melodies, intermingled with a chorus of snores, punctuated with the sounds of silence during occasional "talks."
JAVA, counting time at the Coffee Shop