What is your Security Blanket?

Do you ever think "that could never happen to me!" and then realize that the "that" you are thinking of is actually happening to you? Whether positive or negative, I know you've had "that" thought. For argument's sake, I will take the negative rather than the positive, and go from there.

When I see the many drug addicts downtown as I sleepily saunter to work at 9am every morning, I think "that could never happen to me." In the same fashion, when I hop over the sleeping homeless man who is sadly trying to keep warm under a fire blanket in a somewhat sheltered stairwell in my parking garage, I think again, "that could never happen to me." Or can it?

How does someone get to "that" point in their life? I've been asking myself this particular question lately as the bleakest economic time I've seen in my life is hitting everyone, and it is quite accurately hitting me. Call me narcissistic, yes, but people, this is a blog and blogs are just that...somewhat shameless. I am hoping that by me writing about my own "that" in life, you might put your own life into perspective. You might, perhaps, even have a sobering thought that no matter what your situation is, it could be worse, like the man in the stairway who is barely covered by his security blanket.
What is your security blanket? Is it an actual blanket like the man in the stairwell, or is it a little something, dare I say, cushier? Could it be your nest egg that is slowly going down the drain? Is it your overpriced car? Maybe it is the $30K you've saved up for a down payment on a one bedroom condo in the "coolest" part of town which has subsequently dwindled away in GM stock...oops! I still have a GM credit card. Seriously. They took away my points, but probably because they knew I'd never buy one of those fuel hungry wheelbarrows anyway!
Whatever your blanket, at least you aren't the man in the stairwell. How do I know that? Well...you are on the internet, therefore you must have some form of shelter in order to read this blog entry.

I'm not saying our hard times aren't valid just because we aren't shivering under a blanket like Mr. Stairwell, but it does make you think a little, doesn't it? Whether you've lost your job or you are losing copious amounts of security blanket-esque capital, you'll most certainly come out of this eventually, you'll find another job and, hey, you'll even forget this ever happened, because humans are great at forgetting...