You live your life happy and free of horrible things happening to you.

You feel like those horrible things only happen to others.

You take risks, certain that you don’t have to worry about those horrible things that only happen to others.

You’re taking a walk one day without your car, far from your home.

Thunder and rain explode in the sky, and you’re getting soaked.

A nice, harmless-looking man offers you a ride.

Your instincts tell you he’s safe, and you get in his car.

He makes pleasant conversation and lets you out at your home.

And you have no idea how lucky you were, because he is a serial killer, and you were not his type.

Bob Boyd