As a motorcyclist I’ve had 2 near-misses due to careless cagers where I was sure I was going to die. Not once did I thank god for saving me. What saved me was my situational awareness drilled into me by taking safety courses, and practicing emergency stops. I saved myself.
One day before I voluntarily end my riding career my skill level might not be enough, or I might suffer from a moment’s inattention, and the cager will “win.” Maybe I’ll miss a curve, or hit a patch of sand, or a deer might jump into my path.
This is not any god’s plan for me. If god truly had a divine plan then I wouldn’t need a helmet or leathers. We wouldn’t need air bags and seat belts in cars. If god pulled your number and your time was up, then no safety gear would help.
But god doesn’t exist and thus there is no grand plan.
It’s life. Life is full of risks if you’re doing what you love. Sometimes shit happens. So far, I’ve survived. I count my lucky stars. 😉