We have all been there one time or another, that all too familiar flush of adrenaline followed by a chilling cold sweat. It's the mark of the rushed college student, the late businessman or woman, and ultimately, a fascinating gift of evolution.
Now imagine what you would do without the ability to panic. Unless you are an unusually gifted individual in the arts of organization, you might find yourself in need of just a few more minutes in your day, or before your bus leaves.
What if, you couldn't muster that rush, that horrid cold sweat. You would be left stranded or late, unable to try harder in order to change your fate. Like being stuck in mud, and seeing vultures circle overhead, knowing your fate is soon to be sealed.
Oh, the frustration and terror that our ancestors who lacked this trait must have had. I for one am more than happy for our panic, and i will never stop thanking the powers that be for it.