It was a different era, so that doom-and-gloom message could be believed more easily than today. Even though I was an unwilling JW (mother converted when I was 9), I still remember the feeling of foreboding, excitement and near-hysteria at the KH and couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. "What if they're right?" I remember asking myself. I was 14 in 1975. When it didn't happen, it was the beginning of the end for me because it confirmed for me that it was all BS, despite my mother's insistence it was not. I got out as soon as I could, when I was 20.
Still, the whole "the end is near" thing impacted me negatively. My mother dictated my education direction. Even though I was quite academically inclined, she insisted I choose high school subjects that weren't too academically vigorous, that left office admin jobs as my only option. Absolutely no university for me because "it was just around the corner". I managed fairly well, despite that but I could have done better with that degree.