"I already have life insurance."
I hear that a lot.
A few months ago I ran into a good friend on the street. Asked him my question, like I always do. He said his brother's wife was handling it.
"Nice. Term or whole life?"
He just looked at me.
"...I have no idea."
I let it go. Saw him again a few weeks later. Same answer. Same brother's wife. So I dropped it.
Then one night I'm outside shul and he walks by with a few guys.
"Yisroel, I want to talk to you about life insurance."
I smiled. "Good one."
"No. Seriously."
We sat down the following week. I started walking him through why timing matters, why getting approved sooner beats waiting. He cut me off. Started smiling.
"You know I've been avoiding you, right?"
I laughed. He didn't.
"I had a scare a couple weeks ago. Couldn't breathe right for like two weeks straight. I genuinely thought I was going to die."
I went blank. He looked me dead in the eye and said:
"The first person I thought about was you."
I didn't know how to eat that. He rushed to meet with me, because for two weeks he thought he was leaving people behind with zero.
Not because he cared much about insurance. Nobody wants to think about their own death. I get it — I don't love bringing it up either.
But nobody's ever called me panicking that they have too much coverage.
Yisroel Wachsman