Safety is Relative

Safety is Relative

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Safety is Relative, my Dad once told me. It depends on how you look at it. For example, many more people have a fear of flying than a fear of driving. Why? Cars are familiar, and we see them every day. Most people don't crash their cars. Planes, however, are different. The only time they are in the news are if they've crashed or exploded. They don't seem safe. But safety is relative, depending on how you look at it. Millions more people are killed every year from car crashes than plane crashes. So whilst being in a car may seem safer...in reality, planes are so much more. I didn't understand this concept at first. It was only after, that I understood. Because moving to the safest place in the world doesn't necessarily mean that it is. A village in the middle of nowhere, with the highest ratio of slayers to humans in the country. No vampire would dare set foot in a five-mile radius of the place. So you're safe, right? Wrong. What if some of the deadliest killers in the whole of history decided to live there too? No-one looks for a vampire in a vampire-free village. Doesn't seem so safe now, does it?
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