Well I've done lots of stupid things myself, and had many close calls.
Like when I was going 120mph on a motorcycle in a 30mph zone. A truck made a left turn in front of me, because he had no idea I was closing so fast.
I managed to change lanes in time to pass in front of the truck. His bumper caught my jeans and riped a big gash at the knee, but didn't touch my skin. Talk about close calls. I could have lost my leg. I could have gone head first into the trucks engine bay. My bike and I could have gone into the passenger compartment, killing both of us.
[No, I don't do 120mph in a residential zone anymore. Because I've started to think about hitting kids chasing balls]
Yes we all do stupid dangerous things. But if I had died, and was waiting in line at the pearly gates, and someone asked me how I got there, I wouldn't say "Some Jerk turned in front of my bike, even though I had the right of way." No. I'd say "I was driving recklessly, endangering the lives of others for my own pathetic thrills. Some innocent motorist turned in front of me, because it was imposable for him to judge my closing speed. Because I was going four times the posted limit. Gosh, I hope he doesn't feel responsible for my stupidity."
I once got a big horse foot in my chest, that smashed some ribs and stopped my heart for a few minutes. But that didn't happen because the horse kicked me. It happened because I was dumb enough to stand behind a nervous horse that was well known for kicking.
If I did go swimming with gators and lost an arm, I would not say "It happened because an animal attacked me." I would say "It happened because I was swimming with predators. Duh!"
Like when I was going 120mph on a motorcycle in a 30mph zone. A truck made a left turn in front of me, because he had no idea I was closing so fast.
I managed to change lanes in time to pass in front of the truck. His bumper caught my jeans and riped a big gash at the knee, but didn't touch my skin. Talk about close calls. I could have lost my leg. I could have gone head first into the trucks engine bay. My bike and I could have gone into the passenger compartment, killing both of us.
[No, I don't do 120mph in a residential zone anymore. Because I've started to think about hitting kids chasing balls]
Yes we all do stupid dangerous things. But if I had died, and was waiting in line at the pearly gates, and someone asked me how I got there, I wouldn't say "Some Jerk turned in front of my bike, even though I had the right of way." No. I'd say "I was driving recklessly, endangering the lives of others for my own pathetic thrills. Some innocent motorist turned in front of me, because it was imposable for him to judge my closing speed. Because I was going four times the posted limit. Gosh, I hope he doesn't feel responsible for my stupidity."
I once got a big horse foot in my chest, that smashed some ribs and stopped my heart for a few minutes. But that didn't happen because the horse kicked me. It happened because I was dumb enough to stand behind a nervous horse that was well known for kicking.
If I did go swimming with gators and lost an arm, I would not say "It happened because an animal attacked me." I would say "It happened because I was swimming with predators. Duh!"