I wasn't going to post about 9/11 today. I tend to be very reverent about such things and feel such topics are above my capacity for words at times. Then I read a post asking "where were you?" and it got me thinking. It's almost a cliche question that is asked of such earth-shattering events. However, it sent me down a different path of thinking.
I happened to be working at a hunting ranch in South Texas at the time and sat and watched in horror as the events unfolded. Then the phone started to ring. Clients living in populated city centers were calling. They were scared and needed a place to go. They knew we were prepared to subsist and defend, if necessary. For goodness sake, we were a group of professional shooters that hunted and prepared game for a living. Sitting here today, it seems like a bit of over-reaction. However, I distinctly remember the feeling I had that day. I remember feeling secure in my abilities and preparedness. It didn't feel so paranoid anymore. When I sit and wonder if the preparation is too much or a little paranoid, I just remember the feeling of security that day. Life can obviously change in a heartbeat. Be prepared.