part__viii_eight

I just drove a 36-foot RV from San Diego to Santa Ana. Got sunburned like a redneck, and spent last night sleeping on the floor. I'm tired and am going to bed. But before I do, I just have to ask you a question I've been thinking about a lot. 

How valid is the statement "You can never be too safe."?

Let me just help your thought process with a little scenario. So your going to bed, but before you do, you remember that your night light is plugged in. To reduce the risk that the fuse could blow and cause a huge electrical fire in your room, you unplug the nightlight in the name of safety. You fall asleep. But then in the middle of the night, uh oh, you gotta go to the bathroom. You get up to head toward your bathroom. But you can't see anything whatsoever! You stumble in the darkness toward the door, when you trip and crack your head open on your bedpost. To break your fall you put your arms out not realizing that your roller skates are on the ground and roll forward as your hands land on them causing you to slam your face in to the ground, but you forgot, you just bought some new kitchen knives and they are on your floor, so now your face is stabbed and sliced like a piece of meat! Writhing on the floor in agony, blood everywhere, you roll over on your dads shotgun that he accidentally left out and it goes off...shooting you and killing you. 

All I'm saying is, that is a case where safety definitely went to far. It went so far that safety actually turned into it's own worst enemy: death!

Exegete that please.