Imagine being on a plane that is in flames and headed toward the side of a cliff. You were on that plane but now you're not. Dumb luck, fate, who knows why you got off?
Irish Curse be damned, sometimes you get a parachute.
Sometimes nobody else on board gets the parachute.
And from your lucky spot safely on the ground (where an earthquake is sure to hit at some point), you get to watch the slow burn. Don't you feel lucky?