I wouldn't be alive if it weren't for 1975.
In piecing together how my parents got married and *boom!* there I was, I learned some interesting facts. (dad was 25, mom almost 19 at the time of their marriage)
Dad led a rather hellish and abused childhood although he never talked much about it. His past is still a big blob of mystery to me in many respects. I do know that he ran away at 16, became a hippie, lived in many cities as a hippie all through the 60's. He was contacted by an elder in Tennessee in 68 or 69, and after 2 weeks of being convinced hellfire didn't exist (he was a Southern Baptist), he was baptized at the Astrodome in Houston Texas in 1969. He still smoked (they pulled the rug out from under him on that in a couple of years) and was most definitely caught up in the 75 rush. He admitted as much smoking a cigerette as he was contemplating getting reinstated around 1984. (the year, not the book).
My maternal grandmother died in 1967 suddenly, due to a misdiagnosis at a hospital, and Mom was never the same. (she was in her early teens at the time) She went through her teen years lost and without much love or guidance. So when Dad started courting her (I know, you roll your eyes, but it was the the South, and it was JW's, and you dated that young....) well, it was a match made in JW hell. My Mom and Dad, two lost souls that no one wanted to care for found each other in the contructs of a cult and decided to get married in 1973.
In 1975, my younger brother was conceived. In 1976, my brother was born, Dad started smoking again and went inactive and was lost. He wrote a letter disassociating himself in 1979 because he was smoking. (I guess he kept it hidden for a while. Wonder why Bill Hutter?)
Due to Mom and Dad wanting to be a happy family with my brother and I, Dad got reinstated in 1986, after being turned down the first time by the asshole elders in Tennessee. (I will name one. How ya doing Bill Hutter? You mercinary idiot of an elder!)
My point is, truth is stranger then fiction. 2 emotionally broke people tried to fix themselves in the wake of a cults last bold attempt at prophecy. 1975 came and went, and everyone involved was never the same.
If it weren't for that, Mom and Dad I am sure wouldn't have been married, and the random pieces of DNA that became me would have never made me a growing zygote.
I was born in 1974, so I obviously know nothing of the build up. I am just reporting the aftermath, and the occasional times both my parents let their guard down enough to say that 1975 was real.
Btw, Dad is still in I guess. Mom's out. I wish she would read here sometimes.... Maybe she does... Hi Mom!