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TEN NO. 1 HITS. PLATINUM RECORDS. AND THEN, THE SILENCE THAT NASHVILLE NEVER SAW COMING. Most artists treat retirement like a slow fade, keeping the door cracked open just in case the spotlight calls them back. Ricky Van Shelton took a different path: he walked away, closed the door, and locked it behind him. By the early 90s, the man from Grit, Virginia, was an unstoppable force in country music. He stood alongside legends like George Strait and Randy Travis, reviving the traditional sound with a voice that felt like it had been carved out of pure, plainspoken honesty. He notched ten No. 1 hits in a span of time that felt like a blink, but the “Grit” he was named for was also what he needed to survive the industry. The toll of the road, the isolation, and a battle with alcohol nearly cost him everything—his health, his marriage to his wife Bettye, and his own sense of self. When he got sober in 1992, he began to see the machine for what it was. As the industry shifted and the hits stopped coming as easily, Ricky didn’t claw his way back to the top of the charts. He did something even more radical: he realized he didn’t need the validation anymore. In 2006, without a farewell tour or a manufactured “final curtain” moment, he simply stopped. He swapped the stage for a studio where he could paint, and the tour bus for a desk where he could write children’s books about a duck named Quacker. He didn’t do the reunions. He didn’t do the “where are they now” interviews. He let the music live on its own terms, while he went off to live his life on his own terms. In an industry that demands you be “always on,” Ricky Van Shelton proved that you don’t actually owe the world your presence once the contract is up. He spent two decades fighting to be noticed by Nashville, and when he finally had it all, he realized the greatest prize wasn’t the fame—it was the quiet.

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RICKY VAN SHELTON HAD TEN NO. 1 COUNTRY HITS. THEN HE DECIDED THE ROAD HAD TAKEN ENOUGH — AND WALKED AWAY UNTIL NASHVILLE COULD BARELY FIND HIM. Ricky Van Shelton…

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SHE WALKED AWAY FROM MUSIC AT TWENTY, THINKING HER STORY WAS OVER. THEN SHE STEPPED INTO THE RYMAN, AND HER LIFE ACTUALLY BEGAN. It was 1968, and Barbara Mandrell was just another young Navy wife sitting in the pews of the Ryman Auditorium. She had already lived a lifetime on stage as a child prodigy, but she had walked away, convinced that the music was a chapter she’d finished. She was watching the show from the darkness of the audience, content to be a spectator for once. But in the middle of the performance, something clicked. She leaned over to her father, Irby, and whispered the truth she had been suppressing: “Daddy, I want to do that.” Most parents would have told her to settle down, to embrace the stability of her life, or to be practical about the music business. Irby Mandrell didn’t laugh. He didn’t offer a lecture on realism. He looked at her, saw the fire that hadn’t been extinguished, and said “yes.” He stopped being just a father and became the architect of her career, packing up the family and fighting alongside her until that stage wasn’t just a place she watched—it was the place she owned. A few years later, she was a member of the Grand Ole Opry. A few years after that, she was one of the greatest stars the genre had ever produced, topping charts and hosting television shows that brought country music into millions of living rooms. When she finally decided to hang up her hat in 1997, she didn’t choose a stadium or a massive arena tour for her farewell. She went back to the Ryman. She stepped onto the Opry stage, just a few feet away from where a young woman had once sat in the dark and dared to ask her daddy if she could try again. It’s a reminder that sometimes the most pivotal moment in a career doesn’t happen when you’re winning the award—it happens when you’re watching from the cheap seats, feeling the sudden, terrifying itch to get back into the game.

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Barbara Mandrell Was Sitting in the Audience When She Realized She Did Not Belong There In 1968, at the Ryman Auditorium in Nashville, Barbara Mandrell was not yet the star…

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TWENTY-NINE YEARS LATER, THE “BAD BOY” OF COUNTRY IS STILL WRITING LOVE LETTERS TO THE WOMAN WHO SAVED HIM FROM HIMSELF. When Travis Tritt marked his wife Theresa’s birthday recently, he didn’t post about glitz, glamour, or the trappings of fame. He stripped it all back to the one thing that has outlasted every chart-topper he ever recorded: a simple, unyielding truth. “I’ve loved you since the first day we met,” he wrote, before adding that, somehow, the love he has for her today makes that first day look like a prelude. He called her his “forever young”—a woman whose kindness and beauty have only sharpened with time. But for the fans who remember the Travis Tritt of the mid-90s, those words carry a weight that goes far beyond a birthday post. When they met in 1995, Travis was a man defined by a restless, rebellious image. He’d already walked through the wreckage of two failed marriages, and he was the last person anyone expected to settle down. He was the “bad boy” of the genre, fueled by the pace of the road and the volatility of the spotlight. He wasn’t looking for a “forever”—but Theresa was the one who refused to let him stay lost. They married in 1997, and in the three decades since, they’ve raised three children and built a life that most country stars only dream of but rarely achieve. While the industry is littered with short-lived romances and high-profile splits, Travis and Theresa did the quiet, grinding work of staying together. Travis’s public tribute wasn’t just a sweet gesture; it was a confession. It was a man acknowledging that the woman he met in 1995 didn’t just become his wife—she became the reason he stopped running. In an industry where everything is temporary, Travis Tritt is still standing on the same ground he claimed nearly thirty years ago, and he’s still thanking God that he got the girl.

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After 29 Years of Marriage, Travis Tritt Still Says He Loves His Wife More Than He Did the Day They Met For Theresa “Kiki” Tritt’s birthday, Travis Tritt did not…

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HE WAS A WALKING DISASTER ZONE—THREE DIVORCES, A DEA RAID, AND A BANKRUPTCY RECORD THAT WOULD HAVE ENDED ANY OTHER CAREER. BUT SHE DIDN’T SEE A MESS; SHE SAW A MAN WORTH SAVING. In today’s world, Waylon Jennings would have been canceled before he finished his first verse. By the time he hit his stride, he was 138 pounds of pure, unfiltered chaos—a man constantly at war with his own demons. People watched him skip White House meetings, get busted by the feds in the middle of a recording session, and stumble off stages while the crowd rained boos down on him. Everyone figured his fourth marriage to Jessi Colter would be his shortest. They were wrong. They married in 1969 in a little Phoenix church. Waylon couldn’t even sit still for the vows, but Jessi saw something in the wreckage that no one else was looking for. For thirty-three years, she was the anchor in his storm. When he wouldn’t eat, she made sure he did. When the feds were calling, she was the one picking up the line. While Waylon was out chasing shadows he could never outrun, Jessi was at home raising their son, Shooter, holding the entire world together with a quiet, stubborn grace. She didn’t love the star; she loved the man underneath the noise. In 1984, Waylon finally got clean. He didn’t do it because his record label told him to, and he didn’t do it to sell more tickets. He did it because he had something—and someone—he didn’t want to lose anymore. They stayed together until his final breath in 2002. Kris Kristofferson once called their life “a beautiful love affair,” but Jessi always kept it humble: “He made me laugh. He made me feel loved. There will never be another one like him.” We spend so much time obsessed with the “bad boys” of music and the way they burn out. But the real story isn’t the fire—it’s the person who stayed to help put it out. Some love stories don’t belong on a tabloid cover. They belong in a hymn.

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Three Divorces, a DEA Arrest, Bankruptcy, and 138 Pounds of Trouble: The Love Story That Changed Waylon Jennings In 2026, some people might have looked at Waylon Jennings and decided…

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MOST SONGS ARE ABOUT HEARTBREAK. THIS ONE WAS WRITTEN BY A MAN WHO HAD ALREADY SURVIVED THE WORST THING A FATHER CAN EVER IMAGINE. “You don’t know about lonely ’til it’s chiseled in stone…” Those aren’t just lyrics; they were a death sentence for the man who wrote them. Max D. Barnes and Vern Gosdin teamed up to pen “Chiseled in Stone,” but the truth of the song didn’t belong to the recording booth. It belonged to a graveyard. In 1975, Max D. Barnes buried his 18-year-old son, Patrick, after a tragic car accident. For twelve years, he held that agony in his chest, too heavy to be spoken, let alone sung. Then, on an afternoon in Nashville, the dam finally broke. They didn’t write a ballad about a guy losing his girlfriend. They wrote a scene: a young man sitting at a bar, whining about a broken heart, and an old-timer watching him, knowing that the boy hadn’t even scratched the surface of real pain. Vern Gosdin—the only man Tammy Wynette ever trusted to stand in the shadow of George Jones—didn’t need to scream the chorus. He delivered it with a haunting, velvet restraint that made every listener feel like they were sitting on that barstool next to him. When it won CMA Song of the Year in 1989, it wasn’t just another industry trophy; it was a testament to the fact that Nashville occasionally recognizes art that actually bleeds. “Chiseled in Stone” is the rarest kind of music. Most writers spend their careers trying to describe what pain feels like. Max D. Barnes didn’t have to describe it; he just had to show the world the spot where he stood twelve years prior, finally putting his own grief into words so the rest of us could understand what “lonely” truly costs.

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The Saddest Country Song Ever Written: The Story Behind “Chiseled in Stone” Some songs entertain. Some songs comfort. And some songs feel like they arrive carrying a lifetime of heartbreak…

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HE WAS RCA’S BIGGEST STAR SINCE ELVIS, BUT HIS HARDEST PERFORMANCE WASN’T ON STAGE—IT WAS A LONELY BATTLE WITH HIS OWN MIND. Charley Pride broke every barrier in country music, becoming the first Black superstar in a genre that wasn’t always ready for him. With 36 number-one hits and 30 million records sold, he was a titan of industry. But while the world was lining up for hours to hear his voice, he was fighting a war in the dark. For years, Charley battled manic depression. He endured the paranoia, the fracturing reality, and the sleepless nights that stripped away the glamour of stardom. He spent years refusing medication, fearing that admitting he was “broken” would undo everything he had built. In 1989, he hit a wall so hard he ended up in a Dallas psych ward. There were no cameras, no press releases, and no PR teams spinning the narrative. Just a man fighting for his life. In our current era, that story would have been digested as “content” before the ambulance even reached the hospital. But Charley lived by a different code. He didn’t want sympathy; he wanted to heal. He did the work—for his wife Rozene, for the music, and for his own sanity. He didn’t just survive the illness; he eventually redefined it. In his later years, he called the struggle “my blessing.” He believed that the same fire that made life nearly unmanageable also gave him a clarity, a depth, and an artistic perspective that others simply didn’t have. “As long as you don’t let it get out of hand,” he once said, “manic depressives can see things others can’t.” Charley Pride proved that you don’t need a witness to be brave. Sometimes the greatest act of courage isn’t the standing ovation or the gold record—it’s the quiet, unseen decision to show up for yourself when the rest of the world has no idea you’re hurting.

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Charley Pride: The Voice, the Silence, and the Comeback That Changed Everything By the time the story could have become a podcast, Charley Pride had already lived it in private.…

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DENISE JACKSON DIDN’T JUST ASK FOR AN AUTOGRAPH; SHE HAND-DELIVERED HER HUSBAND’S FUTURE TO A LEGEND. Back in 1985, an airport boarding area in Atlanta was the last place you’d expect to find the turning point for a future country icon. Denise Jackson, then a flight attendant, spotted Glen Campbell. She wasn’t one for celebrity encounters, but she knew this was the only window they’d get. “This may be our only chance. I have to do it,” she told herself before walking over to the man who could change everything. Campbell didn’t just brush her off; he handed over the contact for Marty Gamblin, the head of his publishing company, and told her to get a demo on his desk. Alan was back in Newnan, Georgia, waiting for the world to notice him—and two weeks later, he was sitting in that office, officially starting the Nashville chapter that would define his life. That connection led to the 1990 debut that made Alan Jackson a household name, anchored by his very first Billboard No. 1—a song he wrote specifically for the woman who had walked across an airport terminal to build his career. But the most searing chapter of their story wasn’t the ascent; it was the near-collapse. Years later, when their marriage was pushed to the brink, Alan didn’t look to a songwriter for hire to fix it. He went back to their own history and poured it into “Remember When.” While the world saw the hits and the awards, that song was the private transcript of their life: the heartbreak, the endurance, and the memories that fame hadn’t touched. He didn’t just sing about their struggles; he made the world listen to the story of the woman who saw a chance in an airport and never stopped fighting for the man she believed in.

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“This May Be Our Only Chance. I Have to Do It.” In 1985, Denise Jackson was working as a flight attendant in Atlanta when she noticed Glen Campbell in a…

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THEY FOUGHT A THREE-MILLION-DOLLAR WAR IN COURT, BUT ALL THAT MATTERED IN THE END WAS THE SILENCE IN A HOSPICE ROOM. In 1974, Dolly Parton wrote “I Will Always Love You” as a final, desperate plea for independence from Porter Wagoner, the man who had built her career but refused to let her outgrow his shadow. The resulting fallout was brutal—a messy, public lawsuit that tore apart a partnership that once seemed like it was forged in heaven. For years, the only thing they shared was a bitter silence. But time has a way of softening even the hardest edges. In May 2007, during Porter’s 50th anniversary at the Grand Ole Opry, the courtroom battles vanished. Dolly walked to the mic, laid a hand on his shoulder, and sang that same goodbye song to him one last time. She joked to the crowd, “This was my goodbye song to Porter, but he just wouldn’t get away”—a moment of closure that felt like a lifetime coming. Just five months later, the stage was gone, the cameras were off, and Porter was slipping away in hospice care. On a quiet Sunday, Dolly didn’t show up as an icon; she showed up as a friend. She spent those final, fragile hours by his bedside, praying and singing in a voice meant for no one but him. Porter couldn’t speak, but when Dolly squeezed his hand, he gave a tiny, final signal that he heard her. He passed just hours later. Dolly later said it brought her peace to finally say goodbye the right way. It took thirty-three years, a small fortune in legal fees, and a lifetime of growth, but the song finally came full circle. It wasn’t finished on a record or a stage—it was completed in a hushed room, as a woman held the hand of the man who had been the beginning of everything.

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When Dolly Parton Said Goodbye to Porter Wagoner the Second Time Some stories in country music are bigger than fame, bigger than contracts, and bigger than the fight that came…

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TOBY KEITH SPENT TWO DECADES AT THE TOP OF COUNTRY MUSIC, BUT HIS BIGGEST HIT JUST ARRIVED TWO YEARS AFTER HE LEFT THE STAGE. It’s been twenty-four years since “Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue” first dropped, and yet, it just made history. Following the 250th birthday celebrations, Toby’s most blistering anthem surged back onto the Billboard Hot 100 at No. 11—officially eclipsing every other chart record he set while he was alive. It even blew past his previous commercial peak, “Red Solo Cup.” But if you ask the people closest to Toby, they’ll tell you this song was never meant for a leaderboard. He didn’t write it for radio programmers or record label executives. He wrote it in the immediate, raw aftermath of 9/11 as a private promise to his father—a man who gave his service and his eye to the Army—and he intended to keep it exclusively for the troops overseas. He viewed it as a tool for the front lines, not a product for the store shelves. He only released it because a Marine commander told him he didn’t have the right to keep it to himself—that sharing it was just another form of duty. Toby Keith isn’t here to see the numbers, but the data is undeniable. Fifteen million streams in a single week proves that when you write a song with a backbone of conviction rather than a desire for fame, it doesn’t have an expiration date.

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The Song Toby Keith Never Wanted to Release Just Broke His Career Record Two Years After He Was Gone Two years after Toby Keith died, one of his most famous…

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The Greatest “One-Hit-Wonder” Who Wasn’t Actually A Wonder. In 1972, Willis Alan Ramsey dropped one album, walked away from the industry, and never looked back. That’s not a mistake—that was the plan. Most artists spend their whole lives chasing the dragon of a second album, a third hit, or just staying relevant. Willis didn’t care about the calendar. He had eleven songs, and when he was done, he was done. But here’s the kicker: the music world wouldn’t let him disappear. Ten of those eleven songs were eventually covered by legends who knew a masterpiece when they heard one. Jimmy Buffett? Covered his work. Waylon Jennings? Covered his work. The pop charts even hijacked his song “Muskrat Candlelight” and turned it into the massive hit “Muskrat Love.” The industry tried to force a career out of him, but Willis refused to let anyone else dictate when his art was “finished.” He once told Lyle Lovett not to clip the extra strings off his guitar headstock, claiming it changed the tone. Lyle couldn’t hear the difference, but he left the strings long anyway. That’s the kind of influence Willis Alan Ramsey has—the kind you can’t manufacture. He’s spent decades working on songs at his own pace. Some took a few months; others, like “Mockingbird Blues,” took 35 years to get right. In a world that demands we be “always on,” Willis Alan Ramsey is a reminder that you don’t owe the world your output on their schedule. Sometimes, the most powerful thing you can do is release one perfect thing and then vanish into your own life.

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WILLIS ALAN RAMSEY RELEASED ONE ALBUM IN 1972. TEN OF ITS ELEVEN SONGS WERE LATER RECORDED BY OTHER ARTISTS — AND HE NEVER RELEASED A SECOND ONE. Willis Alan Ramsey…

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HE BUILT A BILLION-DOLLAR LEGACY ON SHEER RED WHITE AND BLUE DEFIANCE, YET HIS FINAL ACT WAS PROVING THAT A TRUE COWBOY FACES THE DARKEST HORIZON WITH A SMILE ON HIS FACE. Toby Keith never asked for the industry’s permission, and he certainly never asked for your pity. For over thirty years, he operated as country music’s ultimate independent force—writing anthems for the blue-collar backbone of America, bringing his guitar to war zones where others wouldn’t dare tread, and thumbing his nose at Nashville executives whenever they tried to hand him a rulebook. He was larger than life, a towering figure whose swagger matched his catalog of chart-topping hits. But when stomach cancer ambushed him in 2021, it stripped away his physical strength, setting the stage for a battle that would test the core of everything he stood for. Yet, true to form, Toby refused to let the disease author his final chapter. When he stepped onto a Las Vegas stage in December 2023 for three triumphant, sold-out performances, he was fighting a losing war in his own body, but his spirit remained entirely unbowed. Flashing that trademark, unapologetic grin, he sang for a crowd that watched a legend make peace with his legacy in real-time. When he passed away on February 5, 2024, at just 62 years old, he didn’t leave behind a tragedy—he left behind a masterclass in grit. He reminded millions that while life might corner you at the end, a man with steel in his spine and a song in his throat gets to decide how he meets the curtain call.

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THEY TOLD HIM THE DIAGNOSIS WAS A FINAL CURTAIN, BUT Toby SPENT HIS LAST THREE YEARS REFUSING TO LET THE SCRIPT END ANYWAY HE DIDN’T WRITE IT. When Toby Keith received his stomach cancer diagnosis in the fall of 2021, he didn’t run to the press to court sympathy or announce a tearful farewell tour. He chose silence, retreating behind closed doors to face the brutal reality of chemotherapy, radiation, and major surgery. Yet, the most striking part of his final chapter wasn’t the illness itself—it was how fiercely he resisted the label of a patient. While the disease quietly dismantled his physical strength, Toby kept his eyes fixed on the horizon, refusing to let his legacy be defined by a medical chart. The ultimate testament to that grit came in 2023 when he shocked audiences by walking onto a Las Vegas stage. Barely able to stand for extended periods and enduring a grueling physical toll, he didn’t just stumble through a set—he delivered, smiling and waving to a crowd completely unaware of the quiet war raging inside him. He talked endlessly about touring again, planning futures even when the odds narrowed. When he passed away in February 2024, it wasn’t because he surrendered; it was because he had squeezed every last ounce of defiance out of the time he was given. He didn’t lose his battle with cancer—he simply stayed in the ring until the very last bell, leaving behind the unmistakable proof of a cowboy who refused to go down without a fight.

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HE RECORDED IT AS A PRIVATE PRAYER FOR THE TROOPS IN THE DIRT, NEVER WANTING IT TO TOUCH A RADIO—YET TWENTY-FOUR YEARS LATER, LONG AFTER HE LAID DOWN HIS GUITAR, THAT EXACT ANTHEM SHATTERED EVERY CHART RECORD HE EVER SET. When Toby Keith wrote “Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue (The Angry American)” in the aftermath of September 11, he never intended it for commercial radio play or Billboard positioning. It was born as a raw, visceral tribute meant exclusively for the men and women serving overseas, a private salute to soldiers in the field. Music executives had to twist his arm just to get it onto an album, fearing its uncompromising fury was too explosive for mainstream airwaves. Yet, the nation heard it loud and clear, turning a song he almost kept locked away into a defining cultural touchstone of the post-9/11 era. Even so, the most astonishing chapter of the song’s life didn’t unfold until long after the smoke cleared. Following America’s milestone 250th birthday celebrations, the track surged back onto the Billboard Hot 100 with a vengeance, rocketing all the way to No. 11—obliterating the peak of “Red Solo Cup” and smashing its original 2002 high of No. 25. Pulling in a staggering 15.3 million official streams in a single week to capture No. 2 on both Streaming Songs and Digital Song Sales, the anthem proved that true defiance doesn’t have an expiration date. Toby wasn’t around to witness the milestone, but the resurgence offered a poignant, thunderous truth: a song written for the heart of America will always find its way back home, singing just as fiercely with a crowd that refuses to let the music die.

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THEY SPENT DECADES IGNITING RUMORS ACROSS STAGES WORLDWIDE, YET THE TRUE MAGIC OF THEIR BOND LIVED IN THE STOIC RESTRAINT THAT KEPT THEM PLATONIC, TIMELESS, AND COMPLETELY UNTOUCHED BY ORDINARY HEARTBREAK. For over thirty years, Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton navigated a relentless wave of public speculation that asked the same question over and over: how could two people sing about romance with that much electric chemistry and never actually cross the line? When “Islands in the Stream” rocketed to the top of the charts in 1983, fans were certain a real-life romance was hiding behind the melody. But both artists understood a fundamental law of artistic survival: crossing that line would have broken the spell. By keeping their connection strictly platonic, they preserved a tension that made every single performance crackle with an authenticity most real-life couples couldn’t sustain. Their final duet, “You Can’t Make Old Friends,” became an accidental eulogy for a partnership defined by mutual respect and razor-sharp wit—best captured by Dolly bluntly warning Kenny that she simply couldn’t bear to sing at his funeral. When Kenny passed away in March 2020, Dolly didn’t offer a polished musical tribute right away; she sat in front of a camera with a photograph and a shattered heart, proving that her grief was entirely human. They never married, they never fell into the messy trap of a breakup, and in doing so, they protected something much rarer. They built a friendship that outlasted the trends, the gossip, and eventually, life itself—proving that sometimes the most enduring love story is the one you deliberately choose not to risk.