Some of us have done amazingly stupid things and lived through the event.
I've made offerings to the gods of Darwin many times in my life.
Either the gods were not pleased with my offerings or they found it amusing to keep me alive. In any event, I can hardly take credit for having been "smart enough" to survive this long.
Along the way, however, living through things like climbing a mountain as the sun went down just to see the sunset from a higher vantage, and then realizing I had no idea how to get down, and feeling my way down in the dark, have allowed me to accrue a library store of "stupid things to not do" and I've been able to pass these along to my own kids.
Falling asleep on the beach in Athens after swimming in the ocean. Easily the worst sunburn of my life. But I learned something.
Climbing a plateau, then attacked by yellow jackets and sprinting to the nearest cliff edge . . . only to be called to a halt by my dad . . . just three feet from a two hundred foot straight drop. But I learned something.
Like jump starting my six volt VW with a 12 volt battery and burning out the points, making it impossible to start the car the following morning -- my youngest brother and I nearly froze in the North Arizona desert from that -- but the garbage collector truck showed up and we push started the beetle, and got to food and warmth. And I learned something.
Missing a sharp turn on a slippery road, going over an embankment into a 12x12 fence post (with a deep & solid footing), and almost getting taken out by a boxed set of hardback books I'd stored on the ledge behind the back seat (it took out the mirror inches from my head). But I learned something.
Like falling asleep on watch and only waking up moments before it would have been too late to avoid a collision in deep water. Yeah, that was exciting. But I learned something.
I couldn't begin to justify my being here today.
But the little things I've learned have made it possible for me to survive financial catastrophe, homelessness, and the loss of transportation and stuff like that. Hidden in those lessons was stuff that allowed me to overcome crises with a family depending on me and fully expecting that I would make it all work.
And I did.
Statistically, I shouldn't be here, and statistically I shouldn't have a successful career and a comfortable life. And yet I do. I was never very good at statistics.
And the gods of Darwin bide their time.
Sometimes the lessons strengthen the "breeding quality" in that segment of the gene pool.
It did mine.