I'm always amused at the guys who were such studs in high school, and then they have daughters of their own. Boy, do they struggle!
But for the dangerous situations, I remember some guy coming up to me one evening, asking me to show him where something was, pointing out toward some abandoned housing in the darknss, and I would have done it, but I was running late to a party. When I got to the party, I mentioned it to the adult there, and never thought a thing about it. Heard lots of sirens from the MP's in about 15 minutes (this was on an Army post), but I didn't put two and two together for years. I was 15 and apparently dumber than dirt. And very very lucky.
When each of my kids left home for college, I was actually able to relax a bit. It's dumb, but there's something to be said for out of sight, out of mind. You just have to numb up a little and let go of the anxiety the tiniest bit, or you'll go truly nuts.
* Credit is a wonderful servant, but a terrible master. * Who's the boss --you or your credit?
FICO's: EQ 781 - TU 793 - EX 779 (from PSECU) - Done credit hunting; having fun with credit gardening. - EQ 590 on 5/14/2007