When I joined the family a long time ago I remember being told it was the endtime and we were the cream of the crop and the youth of the last generation. All the time there was so much fear about the end time, who was the AC, we were "in the toes" of the figure from the book of Daniel. We were also supposed to always be "on OUR toes" with a hyper awareness of everything going on around us. Letters were filled with so much horrors of nuclear scenarios with eyes melting out of sockets, blood draining scientists and so on.
There is something that happens to a person that becomes terminally ill with a short time to live. All those things cease to matter. Every moment is important in a sense of living life to its fullest. I am not talking about "burning the candle at both ends" here, but a person tends to think more about what their life means, what their relationships mean what their goals are, or have been.
I don't feel like I need to be the world's savior now but I want to live like each day counts. I have seen so many people with AIDs on deaths doorstep rebound with medicinal cocktails and get a second lease on life, but with the knowlege that there is no guarantee how long that lease will last. Even though nobody really knows how long their "lease" on life is, when dealing with chronic illness, old age, terminal illness, you get an idea and begin to put things in order. Sort of like how people's lives were affected in that movie "Flatliners".