That close call today โ the one nobody saw, the one you shook off? Confess it here. Sixty seconds, totally anonymous. Because the near-miss you bury becomes somebody else's incident report.
Every disaster was a near-miss first. The Hyatt walkway, the Seveso cloud, the steam main under Lexington Ave โ workers saw the warning signs before every one of them. The confessions that get spoken out loud are the ones that get fixed.
The best confessions become anonymous "It'll Be Fine" episodes and daily briefs read by crews across the country โ your 60 seconds might train a thousand people you'll never meet. That's the trade: you drop the weight, everybody else gets the lesson.