Being that I'm relating this experience on 9-11, it would be fitting to tell a little story heard at a special assembly talk right after the towers fell.
The Bethel elder told the story of a JW who had for years tried to get a job at a company headquartered in one of the towers. He had been hired over on several occasions when finally he was offered a job. But - he had a problem, he had also agreed to attend some special pioneer school (don't remember the detail of the school). It coincided with the same week he was to start his new job. What to do, what to do...
He prayed (of course) to Jehovah, and decided his spiritual education was more important than his dream job, so he turned the job down in order to attend the school.
Now the speaker used this to show how putting spiritual things first safeguards you from peril. I called bullshit then, and even now when I think of it, it makes my blood boil. Because 13 (I think it was 13) JWs died that day, one of them a firefighter with the FDNY, who rushed to the towers to try to save lives. I had met him personally, and though we weren't friends, he was friends with friends of mine. To have this self righteous prick stand up there and imply that a JW's life was saved because he turned down a job at the towers was an insult to any other JWs who died that day, especially the guy I met who lost his life trying to help others.
I was already questioning things, struggling with the cognitive dissonance, but this bullshit story used to try to scare us into more service pushed me even further away. It was my last time ever inside that assembly hall.