It is an interesting form of missions to the jaded yutes of America.
I didn’t do the preaching. I was only the hired muscle.
I did all of the stunts above. (actually “feats of strength”... the leader was very particular that we did not call them “stunts.”)
My hands are small. Which meant I had a hard time ripping phone books. (I’m glad the phone books finally came out on CDs. Much easier) Also a hard time crushing a full pop can.
I could only do the horseshoes, hot water bottles, steel bar over the head, ice, bricks, etc.
There was one guy on the team that was very strong. He would bench press 315 pounds on a bed of nails.
He could bend a cresent wrench into a U shape. He eventually got to the point where he do do the same with a railroad spike.