Human Unpredictability: The Fact No One Likes to Admit

http://www.cnn.com/2015/03/30/europe/france-germanwings-plane-crash-main/
Here we see yet another airliner tragedy, caused by at this time what is assumed to be a suicidal pilot who purposely grounded the plane. 150 people were killed, including the co-pilot who had commandeered control of the plane from the pilot while he was on a restroom break, using the very safely system installed in planes to prevent such tragedies from occurring in the first place.
Following this tragedy was social and political uproar, and rightly so. Something like this should not be taken lightly.
Again that so-often asked question is being asked, "How could we prevent this in the future, so that this would never happen again?"
Therein lies the problem. While the crash was a tragedy, it was only possible because of one thing-- human unpredictability-- a concept that we seem to have trouble grasping in this age of science statistics and psychology. You can't put human behavior into a math equation.
The article states that the copilot Andreas Lubitz had indeed experienced extreme depression and even suicidal thoughts before he trained for his pilot's license, but had [apparently] overcome those thoughts since then, Perhaps this was true. Perhaps when Lubitz underwent his exam, he was perfectly fine: the epitome of human healthiness. Later perhaps the depression again descended upon him, undetected by everyone he knew. Perhaps the thoughts remained with him the entire time, concealed behind a carefully crafted mask. Perhaps he had ulterior motives outside his own demise. We very well may never know, despite what most people seem to be saying.
I particularly find it interesting, (and fairly ironic) that the very system that had been built to ensure passenger's safely on the plane was the method of destruction in this particular accident.
Where am I going with this? All I mean to say is this: that any system, no matter what it concerns, as long as it is human-made, will be flawed. Why? Because we are flawed. Can we learn from our mistakes? Yes, and indeed we must. That's how we have gotten this far. But even now, today with all its marvels and accomplishments, we still experience glitches in the system, and we always will.

Birth: Origins of the Nick

You may not know me now...

But if you have the patience to keep reading, you will find this widely desired yet so rarely obtained information. My life began humbly like anyone else's-- in the womb. For many weeks I was smaller than a grain of rice, but i had a deep, inherent desire to become more, so I began to divide my cells, becoming bigger and stronger. In due time I was born in a common hospital in a suburban neighborhood of Atlanta, Georgia.

This is what I looked like:

Due to increasing inhospitality of local neighborhoods, as well as horrifyingly boring and predictable weather year-round, my parent-guardians decided to move back to their hometown of good ol' Omaha, Nebraska. It is during this time that my grandfather on my father's side (whom we refer to as "papa") introduced me to one of society's most abhorred foods of all time: black licorice, the really dark stuff, thus bequeathing me with an eternal appreciation for the stuff.
It is also around this time that I discovered my legs, and began to wreak havoc upon the household with all that I could muster. Even though I could not yet stand on my own, once stood up by my parents, I would refuse to sit back down again. To satisfy my own need to move as well as the life insurance agent's suggestions, my parents gave me shoes with bells on them. These shoes were hypnotic, and hours were spent kicking and jingling away in a chair, examining the strange devices that had made my feet disappear into thin air, replaced by sheaths of fuzzy red, complete with shinny metallic musical spheres.
And that's just the first year and a half. Wait till you here more...