What happened to my face

I’m 71 and while that is no great achievement in itself, I owe my relative longevity to something I practice: risk assessment. Observing people engaged in activities from the mundane to outright lethal, I make note of the outcomes. It wasn’t until 1978 when someone I knew jumped from a height of over 300 feet and the airbag failed to break the fall that I started to think about measuring risk and reward. A helicopter crash, motorcycle crash, three tingly near misses of lightning reminds you that you can’t think of every variable. Almost getting pitched out of a VLA Radio Telescope dish is more of reminder that if there is a checklist, do not skip anything.