There was a decade or so when I was losing a young colleague or acquaintance a year to sleeper waves. It felt a bit like Cassandra as I was repeatedly telling folks to never, ever turn your back on the Pacific around here. 50-54F is cold water, and even excellent swimmers get into trouble pretty quickly in the cold water and then there are the slippery rocks to get back out...
Come to think of it, it wasn't a great decade. I lost the most experienced technical diver I have ever known to a silt out in a cave with a newbie, and another highly experienced diver to a rare shark attack- his second and last... (the first time the shark simultaneously bit him and his air tank, greatly minimizing his injuries.)
I often hear that little voice. These days it is usually when I am up a ladder, with something sharp, and the voice goes "...
You know..., this would not be a good time for an earthquake."

After decades of being at heights without safety gear or lines, I did gear up last year, but I'm not kidding myself that I'm proficient. Yes, I don't get close to roof edges out here. Neither do I work under vehicles without at least three supports, or work on live electrical circuits anymore.
I definitely owe my life to a bystander who saw me ignoring that voice, and contemplating how I was going to cross a new (and therefore very unstable) landslide that terminated at the bottom in a roaring, icy, white water river. He whistled from half a mile away and waved me off. I would probably still be buried under the rock if he hadn't happened along. Definitely a "there but for the Grace of God moment..."
Stay safe!
All the best,
Peter