by Daisy Luther, The Organic Prepper:
Put yourself into this (fictional) scenario.
Your adrenaline is still pumping through your veins at an astounding pace after the mud came down the mountain and pushed your house, your truck, and your garage right off of their foundations and out of sight.
Despite the chaos and ruin, you feel lucky. Your entire family somehow miraculously survived, and you are all together.
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You grit your teeth and go carefully into what’s left of the foundation of your house. You have another thing to be happy for. Not much survived, but you spy those big blue bins in which you store camping gear. Again, you feel blessed.
You set up your tent, you build a campfire, and you try to make it fun for your kids. But there’s nothing to eat, and nothing to drink, and you know you’re going to have to trek into town on foot, with your children, because you certainly aren’t leaving them there.
To your astonishment, the entire town is gone, swept away into the river that runs through it. There is no place open where you can get help. Other people are walking around blankly, shell-shocked from the intensity and destruction of the disaster. You hear of a kind soul who is feeding people and hopefully go over there. You’re led by the smell of the barbecue, and welcomed when you arrive. This neighbor has decided to use up the meat in his freezer before it spoils. From the looks of things, no power will be back on any time soon.
You trudge back home with a cherished gallon of water and you play camping games with your kids until they finally fall asleep. Only then can you let down your guard and weep for all that you lost.
Surely, help will arrive soon, you think, as you drift off to sleep.
Days go by and they turn into a week, then two. You’ve seen a few volunteers who have dropped off supplies such as food and water. Your kids are delighted by the team of pack mules bringing more supplies.
The government is nowhere to be seen, and you can’t get any news, and you wonder if there will ever be help available to get you back on your feet.
You’ve developed a new routine of cooking something over a morning campfire, then walking down to the one remaining building, a local church. There, you pick up supplies and water, then make the steep walk home. Oddly, amidst all this, you kind of enjoy the time with your kids, free from digital distractions.
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