Living in a small apartment with my parents, because it just wasn't right to be buying houses in those days...........in 1975, with Armageddon imminent, my dad decided we had to move 3000 miles, from one coast to the other, of the U.S., so that our whole family would all be living in the same area when the "Big Show" came down.
My mother was made to sell almost everything we owned since dad convinced her that all the silver and gold and possessions were going to be thrown into the streets anyway. Mom gave away precious antiques and anything that would take up space in the '65 Chevy pickup. (Years later expressing her regret over it........)
People in our congregation were buying new cars, like 240 Z's, since, "hey, we won't have to pay for them anyway!!" The end is coming!
I knew that I was gonna be bird food, so, I was a sun worshipper, reveling at the poolside, since I would be dead before I would get skin cancer anyway. Or, if by chance I survived, my skin would be perfect forever. Ha! Joke's on me now
......almost 30 years later........when the END hadn't come YET............my dad, ever anxious for that "Big Show".....made an exit on his own accord. The only thing he still had control over, while overcome with WTS anxiety, was his death.
Fortunately, I chose an exit from the CULT, not from life itself.