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You don’t always lose your job because of a layoff. Sometimes, the new boss just doesn’t see you in their story. Not because of anything you did. Just because you weren’t their pick.

Lost your job? You're not alone. And you're not less because of it. Rightsizing. Restructuring. Role redundancy. It’s everywhere—from startups to dream companies. No industry’s immune. No title is untouchable. If you have been laid off, read on. If you haven’t been laid off, don’t scroll past this like it’s someone else’s problem. It can happen to you, too. You should plan for your job loss, just in case it happens.

Every Saturday morning, for the last 175 weeks, I’ve shared a piece of my life—a moment, a memory, a learning. Some of those reflections found their way into my book, Nuggets From Lived Experiences. But today’s piece is different. It doesn’t come from my notebook. It comes from someone else’s heartbreak. Someone I barely know. Prathap Suthan. This isn’t just his story. It could be yours. It could be mine.

Another road death. This time, it was a 37-years-old colleague. Gone in an instant—because someone somewhere didn't care enough to follow the rules. Over the years, I’ve lost colleagues, friends, neighbours—even strangers I barely knew—to road accidents. And what stings is not just the loss… It's how common it’s become. As far back as I can remember, there’s been at least one every year. Every. Single. Year. This week’s piece is not just a blog. It’s a scream in text—of anger, anguish, fear… and yes, a flicker of hope.

Two weeks in a row, I’ve written about how I messed myself up. This week’s nugget is a personal reminder that knowing isn’t enough. Acting early is everything. Please read it before you make the same mistake.

Ever called yourself an idiot—loudly? I did. Three months after limping around my house in fuzzy slippers, wondering why a weekend activity had turned into a twelve-week sentence on a physio’s treatment bed. Here’s the mistake I hope you never make.