Posted on 05/27/2012 12:55:43 PM PDT by Iron Munro
In some way, we all prepare for the diversity and changes life is sure to throw at us. But, some put a lot more thought and effort into it than others. They call themselves “preppers” and there are many living among us. When disaster strikes, they’re ready for the worst-case scenarios.
In part one of Preparing for Disaster; we introduced you to Justin Teet.
Teet lives in a heavily populated suburb of Mobile and is ready to “bug out” if disaster strikes. He has stockpiled provisions for his family, but with a panicked population, he feels the best place for his family is away from home.
“The more people, the more people are going to need supplies; and the more people you’re going to have to worry about,” Teet said.
Far from the busy city streets you can find more preppers, but these country preppers are of a different mind set. They don’t plan on going anywhere. Valerie from Baldwin County is one of them.
She’s part of a group of women that call themselves the “Prepper Chicks.” She and her family have put together at least a year’s supply of some necessities.
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“One of the problems with discussions like this is, none of us know where we might be at the moment the disaster takes place. If I am on a business trip out of state, I am screwed.
People that have prepared refuges and safe havens hundreds of miles from where they normally live are not likely to actually get there to use them. Or, if they do, they may well find them occupied. “
Well said.
I’m on a perpetual business trip. My family is in Idaho. A smaller city than San Diego where I’m working. The bookmark is halfway through “The Harbinger”. My oldest son died May 17. I’m on my last day at home in Idaho helping my wife. One fewer medically fragile member of our household to shepherd through a disaster. The extended trip has squeezed resources and made proper preparation nearly impossible. Still, we will figure out how to survive. We are industrious and capable.
I am so sorry. Prayers for your son, and for you & your family.
Makes allot of sense. Ideally a small town out in the country would work best where everyone can pool their resources.
Daniel had pneumonia in his final week. The "Z-Pak" antibiotics prescribed have been identified as having a high probability of sudden cardiac death in cardiac patients. It appears that is how he passed. He would have been hard pressed to survive in a disaster. I'll miss him very much. Our pets were very attached to him. They are still quite confused at the new situation.
I cried like a baby, when I read your post. As I imagine you did, when you wrote it.
I wish I could help.
>> none of us know where we might be at the moment the disaster takes place <<
That’s why prepping should become part of your everyday life. Each day, I take my 3-day bag with me to work. I top off the service truck each day on the way home. My personal truck’s gas tank stays topped off. Between the 2, that’s 50+ gallons of gas I have onsite.
Make the day to day preps simple. After a while they become automatic.
Prepping isn’t something you do for a week and then forget about, it’s more of a lifestyle.
lol...the first time we drove to Alaska to fish...no plans...just seat of our pants type fishing....and of course, we knew nothing about where to fish or what equipment to bring....so we packed up our heavy duty rods and went...
we ended up fishing right in Ship Canel.....all day and all night people were there...families...couples..
each person had about 6 feet to themselves...you basically threw your bait in a few feet to your left, and the current would take it down the river a few yards and then you had to retrieve it and slap it down into the water again...
believe it or not....it was the MOST fun ....people were happy...people caught big fish....myself, a nice 35 pounder which strangers had to help me pull in because hubby was trying his luck on the other side of the river....
occassionally you would see the real fishermen..the natives mostly...go out in their waders and fight a big fish 100yards or so down the river...just amazing...
this was basically in downtown Anchorage......
but living out in the country also has its drawbacks, since roving gangs could target singular homes easily....
makes us think, doesn't it, what are real worries are, and what are treasures are....
God help us thru this.....
Oh yeah, thats Ship Creek just right next to the railroad yard. And the tide is almost 30’ there, second highest in the world. Mud, mud and more silt mud. But yes it is fun! I have fished there many a time.
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