For some reason, there seems to be a human proclivity for believing this.
I smoke, but I will never suffer from lung cancer.
My spouse will never know.
Global climate change is a myth.
My cellphone will always work.
Now that I’ve made it, I’m going to move into a beautiful home on the beach.
So, why, today, are people stuck in a giant traffic jam, headed north on Interstate 95, incommunicado, and out of gas?
It doesn’t matter, it will never happen to me.
P.S. I prepare for things that just might happen. I also try to help my community prepare, although much falls on deaf ears. Too bad—most people are capable of grasping the concept—they have smoke alarms, fire extinguishers, and fire insurance even though most of us know few (or none) who have lost a home in a fire. Hurricanes, floods, tornadoes—it will never happen to me.