I was born on December 30, 1975. If the WT hadn't been a false prophet, the world should have ended and I should have died as an hours-old infant. But the end did NOT come and my mom converted in 1980. I was told by older 'brothers' and 'sisters' that the end was coming any time now. I wouldn't ever go to high school. I'd be lucky to finish elementary school. I started high school the same year the first Gulf War began. My congregation was buzzing with talk that here at last was the Big A we'd been promised.
Fast forward to July 15, 2016. The world is still very much here. I graduated high school 22 years ago. Both my younger sisters did too and all three of us are married. One has three girls of her own, the oldest starting high school in September. I have gray hairs, lines on my forehead, and I ache in places I didn't know I had. My mother is looking at retirement and is afraid she won't have enough resources to get by on. And the 'brothers' and 'sisters' who kept telling me none of this was ever going to happen? They all passed away many years ago. The generation who lived in hope/fear of 1975 are rapidly aging, the youngest in their early or mid-60s. It's a terrible tragic waste.