Curtain Fall: Second Edition, Disaster, Preparedness, Survival, Awakening (The Gatekeeper Book 1) by Kenneth Cary Page A
Authors: Kenneth Cary
Tags: Children's Books, Self-Help, Children's eBooks, Dreams, Spirituality, Religion & Spirituality, New Age
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Funny babe. Nope, I just need some time away from the office. I’ll fill you in when I see you.”
John recognized Jenna’s pause for what it was - concern. She knew it wasn’t the right time to push him for more information, so she let it go. “Okay. It’ll be nice having you around during the week. I could use your help in the yard. A couple of areas need your attention,” she said.
John was about to counter her request with a list of things he needed to do, but thought better of it. He recognized her ability to bait him into revealing the real issue behind his need for time off, so he said, “Sure thing, just as long as I can sleep in tomorrow.”
“You don’t even sleep in on Saturdays,” she teased.
“Yeah, well, tomorrow I’m gonna try it out.”
“If you say so . . .”
“Oh, and one more thing,” interrupted John. “I told Rebecca I need the time off because mom’s in the hospital.”
“Your mom?”
“Yeah. I just wanted you to know in case it comes back around to you . . . somehow, that’s all. You know, like a condolence or something,” added John.
“Wow, you lied to your boss so you could spend some quality time with me in the yard. I feel special. What’d you tell her about your mom that would warrant a condolence?”
“Just that she’s sick is all . . . but you’re definitely special. And the yard is not somewhere I want to spend my quality time with you,” said John silkily, and with as much romance as he could muster at the moment.
“Hmmm. Now I know there’s more to your story than you’re letting on. But I can wait to hear the rest of it later. Gotta go . . . I’m at my exit. Talk to you later.”
“Okay. Love you.”
“Love you too, bye.”
John glanced at his smart phone, touched the screen once with a finger, and placed it in his front pocket. He returned to his desk, and sat down while running his fingers through his hair. With his thoughts back on the possible disasters, John considered his plans for the next few days.
An eruption of the Yellowstone Caldera would devastate the country. It would destroy resources, and leave most of the population untouched until the ash started to fall. How people would react to such a disaster filled his mind.
When it came to preparedness, John knew that it wasn’t as much about preparing for any one type of disaster, as it was about being able to survive without any assistance for an extended period of time. Self-sufficiency wasn’t just about having a 72-hour kit, as encouraged by the American Red Cross, the Department of Homeland Security (DHS), and the Federal Emergency Management Agency (FEMA). It was good to have a 72-hour kit, but surviving a disaster of Yellowstone Caldera proportions would require much more.
In fact, surviving any national disaster would take much longer than seventy-two hours. Why the government held their preparedness recommendation at such a rudimentary level was beyond John. That meant the government either didn’t believe a national disaster could ever happen, or that they wanted the population to remain dependent on them for help when a disaster happens. Either way, it was irresponsible and self-destructive logic.
Having worked with several government agencies at different levels, John knew that it was most likely the first explanation, but he wouldn’t put the second one past them. It seemed self-service was the new standard for government.
For all the people who think they’re prepared because they followed the advice of the DHS, FEMA, and even the American Red Cross, they will be sorely disappointed when disaster strikes and those agencies can’t come to their rescue. People who hinged their survival on the government, or anyone else for that matter, were selling their lives for nothing.
John wondered why people thought help would always come. Didn’t they realize they’d be on their own with a national disaster? Those government agencies were little more than crutches for a
John recognized Jenna’s pause for what it was - concern. She knew it wasn’t the right time to push him for more information, so she let it go. “Okay. It’ll be nice having you around during the week. I could use your help in the yard. A couple of areas need your attention,” she said.
John was about to counter her request with a list of things he needed to do, but thought better of it. He recognized her ability to bait him into revealing the real issue behind his need for time off, so he said, “Sure thing, just as long as I can sleep in tomorrow.”
“You don’t even sleep in on Saturdays,” she teased.
“Yeah, well, tomorrow I’m gonna try it out.”
“If you say so . . .”
“Oh, and one more thing,” interrupted John. “I told Rebecca I need the time off because mom’s in the hospital.”
“Your mom?”
“Yeah. I just wanted you to know in case it comes back around to you . . . somehow, that’s all. You know, like a condolence or something,” added John.
“Wow, you lied to your boss so you could spend some quality time with me in the yard. I feel special. What’d you tell her about your mom that would warrant a condolence?”
“Just that she’s sick is all . . . but you’re definitely special. And the yard is not somewhere I want to spend my quality time with you,” said John silkily, and with as much romance as he could muster at the moment.
“Hmmm. Now I know there’s more to your story than you’re letting on. But I can wait to hear the rest of it later. Gotta go . . . I’m at my exit. Talk to you later.”
“Okay. Love you.”
“Love you too, bye.”
John glanced at his smart phone, touched the screen once with a finger, and placed it in his front pocket. He returned to his desk, and sat down while running his fingers through his hair. With his thoughts back on the possible disasters, John considered his plans for the next few days.
An eruption of the Yellowstone Caldera would devastate the country. It would destroy resources, and leave most of the population untouched until the ash started to fall. How people would react to such a disaster filled his mind.
When it came to preparedness, John knew that it wasn’t as much about preparing for any one type of disaster, as it was about being able to survive without any assistance for an extended period of time. Self-sufficiency wasn’t just about having a 72-hour kit, as encouraged by the American Red Cross, the Department of Homeland Security (DHS), and the Federal Emergency Management Agency (FEMA). It was good to have a 72-hour kit, but surviving a disaster of Yellowstone Caldera proportions would require much more.
In fact, surviving any national disaster would take much longer than seventy-two hours. Why the government held their preparedness recommendation at such a rudimentary level was beyond John. That meant the government either didn’t believe a national disaster could ever happen, or that they wanted the population to remain dependent on them for help when a disaster happens. Either way, it was irresponsible and self-destructive logic.
Having worked with several government agencies at different levels, John knew that it was most likely the first explanation, but he wouldn’t put the second one past them. It seemed self-service was the new standard for government.
For all the people who think they’re prepared because they followed the advice of the DHS, FEMA, and even the American Red Cross, they will be sorely disappointed when disaster strikes and those agencies can’t come to their rescue. People who hinged their survival on the government, or anyone else for that matter, were selling their lives for nothing.
John wondered why people thought help would always come. Didn’t they realize they’d be on their own with a national disaster? Those government agencies were little more than crutches for a
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