The stories are just amazing. What makes them more amazing is that they aren't works of fiction. They will probably never make a major Hollywood feature, but they offer a glimpse into the lives of one group of people who went through trials and were blessed for their faith.
For example, during the bombing of Dresden, Germany by Allied forces, at the end of World War II, many people fled to a nearby river to escape the burning city. An LDS family was running through the chaos, trying to stay together. The mother and her daughters fell behind and came to a fork in the road. On one hand was an open and wide street that looked like a better option than the cramped streets that her husband had chose. After a moment's frantic indecision, a daughter said, "Let's follow Dad. He has the priesthood." So they did. When they reached their destination they saw a sobbing elderly woman, their neighbor. She told them that her husband had run down that wide, innocent-looking street. Unknown to them, the street was covered by liquid phosphorous from a bomb. The woman's husband was burned alive, and so would have the mother and daughters if it weren't for that moment's pause and the daughter's determination to follow her dad and the priesthood. Amid the tragedy and destruction of the bombing, there are stories like this one small act of faith that saved lives. These are the kind of stories that remind us how raw and fragile life is, but they also remind us that Heavenly Father is in charge.
