So yesterday, the home health care nurse who deals with my leg problems was a new to me person. Lovely girl. Friendly. Smiling. Very good at her job. Dumber than a box of rocks when it comes to the preparedness lifestyle.
I normally do not bring up the subject of being prepared. I don't need locals knowing what I have stored. That's for family, should the need arise. But this person saw several jars of home canned food sitting on my kitchen counter and she asked about them. I told her just a little bit about the home canning I do. She mentioned that her aunt and uncle were "preppers." They canned a lot of food to set aside "just in case." Seems her husband has an interest in being prepared as well.
So I asked what she was doing to prepare. Her reply was that she just didn't like to do anything along those lines. She said (kid you not) that she didn't have to do anything related to preparing because others would take care of her in bad times.
Now there are days when I am not particularly fond of doing the adult thing. Times when I really would rather not spend a day filling jars and running my pressure canner. Days when I would rather do something other than dehydrate onions or repackage rice or pasta for long term storage. Times when I might enjoy reading a good mystery book instead of checking my inventory to see what I need to buy to fill in the items that I am running low on.
It's called being responsible.
I have to admit that the temptation to ask her what she would do if there was nobody around to take care of her was strong. I am not known for my subtilty some days. OK...most days. But I didn't. Maybe I should have.
The sad part of this is that should bad times descend upon us, and we really need what we have stored, those who believe that others should take care of them will likely suffer. As will those who depend on them. Like their kids. Like their grandparents.
Me... that scenario would break my heart.
