Back in the days when the California lotto first came out, we used to have a lotto pool at one of my jobs.Everyone would play except one of our co workers. We finally asked why he didn’t join in. He said if I ever hit the lotto I would be dead in 6 months.He said it would be fast cars, fast women, and a party every night. He said working for a living keeps me honest and alive!
Well… It seems I don’t live the risk-off life of the OP and I won’t go into that, but if I did get cornered into risk:off 24/7, I’m pretty certain that after a few years anxiety would compel me to ask the OP question. How long am I gonna live…
You can’t have control over that. Love the people you love, cos that’s all you’ll have on your death bed. And shrouds don’t have pockets, so money won’t be a comfort when that time comes.
Something like that could have happened to me when I was commuting by car each day. Whatever was the source of the rock, it looked like a kitchen-sponge hit the road in front of me, at highway speeds, and bounced up and hit my car. Put a long dent and gash in my hood, belted my port-side wiper-arm so hard that it bent pretty bad and the blade popped clean off and went flying, then “rolled” up the windshield putting 3 big holes in the windshield that you could wiggle your finger through, then flew up and over the car.
I was wearing a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, good thing I instinctively closed my eyes when it hit, ’cause I was showered with shards of glass that painted little teeny dots of blood all over my exposed right arm, and I was picking out shards of glass from my sleeve “cuffs”.
After the initial “wtf?!?”, I drove to work as normal, and visited the local precinct to report it, and then got sent to highway patrol ’cause it was their jurisdiction.
Needless to say, it wasn’t a kitchen-sponge but a big honkin’ fist-sized piece of concrete.
Had a few incidents like that which sometimes make you feel like you’re playing with house money.