I am a person who strongly believes in the innate goodness of people. These past two or three weeks, we have been having some horrendous fires. In the middle of the cold nights, people are finding themselves with their small children standing across the street watching their whole world go up in flames and smoke. The hardest part to swallow was that these fires were all during the late night when the families were sleeping.
Yet before the flames were finally quenched, funds were already being raised to help some of the 30 plus families affected. We are a very caring nation. I wouldn't want it any other way. And for that I always say a silent prayer for the safety and well being of everyone. Including the fire fighters.
I am so glad I live in this country. I know in my heart that should any disaster enter my world, there are friends and total strangers out there who will lend me a hand and help me get back on my "foot." I also know that my family will close ranks and help each other as much as they all can.
Am I prepared for survival? Probably not. But neither are any of my friends. I refuse to be a pessimist. Nor do I want to be around those who are pessimistic. This morning it was zero. Now the temp has climbed up and the sun is shining. What is there to be pessimistic about?
I'm with you on that. Call me naive, but I would rather be a happy, naive optimist, than a miserable pessimist stocking up with canned goods waiting for something bad to happen.
Like I said before, I have a shelter plan for when the tornado sirens sound in the middle of the night. I have flashlights and batteries -- and a fire extinguisher in the kitchen.
The way I see it, I could prepare for Armageddon, and get run over by a bus... or here in Texas, "get run over by a damed old train."
CD