I am a Texas Peace Officer by profession. Full-time work in the field of Survival Equipment and Preparation may be on the horizon, but that is still yet to be. I love this work more than just about anything I’ve done, and it is stories like the second one I will relate that make it more satisfying.

Before I get to the story, I have to comment on one of the stupidest comments I have heard in my almost 25 years in the protective service occupations I’ve held.

Now, there are some sillier questions I’ve been asked, and I could spend some time relating those, but for now, I’m going to stick to the stupid comments that are the most telling of all – the one comment that is the epitome of arrogance and fatal pride.

“That won’t happen to me.”

I’m thinking of a young man I knew 10 years ago. Our families attended the same church, and he was friends with my son.  He lived in the same town where I was a Police Officer and I ran into him often, even stopping him for speeding on one occasion.

One Monday in early September of that year, one of his good friends came to me and said “Officer Carey, would you PLEASE talk to G----- ?! His driving is scaring me and I am too scared to ride with him anymore!”

I was at the local High School at the time and I found G------- and pulled him aside, and told him I and his friends were concerned for his safety due to his fast driving habits. I warned him that automobile accidents were the number one killer of young men his age. I told him the last thing I wanted to see was him and his over-powered car wrapped around a tree, or smeared on the side of a bridge.

He looked at me, laughed and said “Don’t worry Officer Carey – That Won’t Happen To Me!”

Four days later, I helped remove my dying young friend from the shattered remains of the muscle car he had wrapped around a Pecan tree on a back road in our little town.  He made it to the hospital, just to die on the Emergency Room table. Ten foot tall and bullet-proof, I thought as I was told of his passing.

“That Won’t Happen To Me!” – that phrase comes to visit me every often, especially when I consider the people who carry our Survival products in the event that “That” happens to them.

Every once in a while, we hear from someone who had the humility to consider that bad things can and do happen, and they acted on the common sense or “wisdom” that eventually, the finger of fate points at each of us.

With his permission, here is the unsolicited account of Stephen H. from North Carolina:

Dear Best Glide,

I would like to share my story about how your products save my life.

Months back I ordered One of your Ultimate Adventurer Survival Kit. I carried it everywhere! Mountain biking, hiking, and everywhere else. I never thought I would have to use it however, I was always taught through the boy scouts and my dad that I needed to be prepared. My friends thought I was crazy for carrying all the extra weight. I do a good bit of solo hiking and just exploring alone. One day I went to Linville Gorge State Park in North Carolina. I was on a pretty remote section of the trail. It was not maintained well at all. A good portion of the markings were obscured or just not there. I made the mistake of getting started to late in the day (about noon) but I wanted to hike! I also forgot to tell my friends and family that I switched from my original plan. My hike got started off well. It was in the mid 70's but, it began to drizzle on me (as it normally does, I have bad luck). I hiked till about 5 that evening before deciding to turn back. With little markings on the trees I began to get confused.

The land marks all looked the same. I did not come to the realization that I was lost till about 8 o'clock that night. Then it hit me that I would be spending the night out in the wilderness. I had the sudden reminder that I had my Ultimate Adventurer Survival Kit with me! I broke it out and sorted through the items. The first thing I did was use the emergency blanket, duct tape, and zip ties to make a shelter for the night. I made a semi lean-to with a couple of tree branches.

After I used the wire saw to cut of some small pieces of wood for the night ahead. The derma safe knife was excellent to shave off some tinder to get my precious fire started in the first place. I then used the book of matches and fire gel to get a small fire going. They both worked like a charm! I used a combination on the snare wire and the utility cord to weave a small sleeping pad of branches and grass to get me up off the cold ground. I stayed warm for the majority of the night. Between the fire reflecting off of the emergency blanket and the sleeping pad I made, It was fairly comfortable given the situation.

It was by no means a comfortable night. However, my survival kit made the night so much easier and so much less scary. The next day I packed up my stuff the best I could and broke camp. The walk out was just as confusing as it was the day before. I was starting to convince myself that I was going to be out for another night. I had the good fortune of running into another group of hikers. I told them how I got lost and had to spend the night out in the wilderness. The graciously showed my the way out off of the trail. I discovered that at a junction I had taken a wrong turn and ended up miles away from where I was supposed to be. Having the kit gives me a real piece of mind. The components are absolutely top quality. I am one of the most satisfied customers ever! I just put an order in for more supplies to make a smaller kit. Best Glide is a one stop shop for all your survival/ medical needs.

Sincerely,
Stephen H.
North Carolina, USA

Stephen – thank you for sharing that with us. It is a great encouragement to us to hear your story, and we wish you well in the future!

Experience and the invaluable guidance of both his Dad and the Boy Scouts taught him early to prepare for the worst. The fact that he had a Survival kit says a great deal about Stephen. He obviously understood that there was a chance his plans could go awry – this in itself is evidenced by his possession of a Survival kit. He had outdoor experience and that contributed to his wisdom to prepare.

Stephen’s story turned out well – I cannot find fault with it, even with the part where he says “…I made the mistake of getting started to late in the day (about noon) but I wanted to hike! I also forgot to tell my friends and family that I switched from my original plan.”

In an earlier blog, I did place blame on a couple of exceedingly lucky fishermen who, in spite of their best efforts, survived the foundering of their boat when it appeared they did (or didn’t do?) everything to ensure their demise by lack of planning, notification of friends and weather sense.

Remember: ALWAYS tell someone of your plans, where you are going, when you should return, and when to get concerned.

Unlike my young friend who died in a senseless accident, Stephen from North Carolina and many thousands of others in the last 100 years understood that bad things can and will happen to us all and they took steps to ensure that when a seemingly simple trek on the ground, in the air, or on the water turned into a contest of wills between themselves and the elements, that they were at least marginally prepared.

Be it a hiking excursion, a cross-country automobile trip, a flight in a small aircraft, or a natural disaster that has you either “bugging out” or sheltering in place, your pre-bad times preparation will pay off when the time comes. And, in one way or another, that time is coming. Yes, “It” can happen to all of us and we better prepare for it.

Remember - " Fortuna favet præparaverat  -  Fortune Favors the Prepared!"