No One Owes You Sh*t

When I was thirteen years old, my dad said he would send me money.

He didn’t send it.

When I asked about this, his reply became part of my worldview:

“No one owes you shit.”

The lesson stuck.

Nature ignores your expectations.

Fair is not a law of physics.

We live in the wild, not the zoo.

If you want reliability, you have to engineer it.

This calls for backup plans.

Now I pay the price of redundancy when the cost of failure is too high.

This price is the insurance premium.

He eventually sent it. But from that point forward, I paid the premium.

🛡️

How do you manage single points of failure?