On Preparedness

I went to my gym this morning to squeeze in some bag work and lesson planning before going to my son’s elementary school play.  A passerby stopped in to visit about what it is I offer at Idaho Krav Maga.  During the course do our conversation I told him the bread and butter of IKM is self-defense.  That’s my passion, and I think what I do is valuable to myself and others.  He was a nice guy, a guy I wouldn’t mind having on the mat.  He asked some smart questions, and he asked, “Why do you feel so strongly about self-defense?  You live in Boise.  What do you think is going to happen?”  Nothing.  If I thought my neighborhood was unsafe, I’d move.  If I thought something was going to happen on my morning run, I wouldn’t run.  If I thought something was going to happen at my children’s school, I wouldn’t send them to that school, and I wouldn’t visit it, either.  The unexpected happens every day, though, and I’d rather have the tools to deal with the unexpected than to not.  It’s why I train in Krav Maga.  It’s why I train with and carry a gun.  It’s why my car, my home, my health, and my life are all insured.

Let me tell you a story.  A friend and I took our children ice skating last summer.  We did not expect anything bad to happen, but I still packed all the things I always pack with me.  There is always a well-stocked first aid kit in my car, filled with everything from tourniquets and blood-stop to tweezers and Snoopy band-aids.  My friend and I were watching our kids skate when we noticed a girl fall.  She sliced open her hand with the blade of her skate.  Nobody stopped to help her.  The ice was turning red with her blood. I ran to help.  My friend ran with me.  This skating rink had NO FIRST AID SUPPLIES that the staff was aware of.  I applied pressure to the wound and held the girl’s hand above her head while my friend ran to my car to get my first aid kit.  The girl was faint and in mild shock.  She lost a lot of blood. The staff did nothing.  I asked for medical tape and was handed scotch tape.  Using paper towels and then supplies from my first aid kit along with elementary first aid skills, the bleeding stopped.  The girl was ultimately taken to the urgent care by the adults in charge of her (who also were unprepared to deal with an emergency).  I didn’t leave the house expecting this to happen.  I didn’t go looking for an emergency.  I did leave feeling prepared for the unexpected, and I’m glad I did.

I hope nothing ever happens to force me to use my Krav Maga training or my firearms training.  I would rather not strike or shoot another human if I can avoid doing so.  Hoping I don’t have to, though, isn’t a plan.

I’d rather have it and not need it then need it and not have it.