WE HAD TIME — AND STILL WERE’T READY
A True Story About What It Feels Like to Lose Control in a Matter of Minutes
We Thought We’d Be Back Tomorrow. We Never Went Back
When the wildfire jumped the ridge, we had maybe ten minutes.
No sirens. No alerts. Just thick black smoke rolling over the hills and the sky turning orange.
I grabbed the kids. Sarah grabbed the dog. We threw what we could into the car — no bags, no supplies. Just panic.
I remember thinking: “We’ll be back tomorrow. It’s just a precaution.”
We never went back.
The highway was gridlocked. Power lines were on fire. Cell towers were gone. The gas stations we passed were either shut down or cash-only — and like most people, I hadn’t carried actual cash in years.
I pulled up to a pump on fumes. The clerk just shrugged and pointed at the handwritten sign: “NO CARDS. CASH ONLY.”
I didn’t have a single dollar.
That night, we slept in the car. The kids split a granola bar we found under the seat. One bottle of water. No food. No blankets. Nothing.
In a Matter of Hours, Everything Normal Was Gone.
The store nearby was already boarded up. People were trading tools and phones for diapers. I saw a man hand over his guitar for two gallons of gas.
It was surreal. It felt like we’d fallen out of modern life and into some collapsed timeline where survival was all that mattered.
And then came the second wave of problems: no ID, no way to access anything.
I’d left my wallet on the kitchen counter. Sarah had her license saved in her email — but there was no internet, no power, no way to retrieve it.
FEMA forms? Unfillable.
Emergency aid? Denied.
A motel for the night? Not without ID.
Even medicine at a shelter? Off-limits.
I watched a woman cry after being turned away for insulin because she couldn’t prove who she was.
What I Really Learned After Everything
Nobody tells you what really happens in a disaster:
The Plan That Changed Everything
I sat in that car the second night, staring at my kids’ sleeping faces, thinking: “How the hell did I let this happen?”
When things finally settled, that question haunted me. I never wanted to feel that helpless again.
So I started digging — looking for anything that could show me what I missed, what I could do better next time.
That’s when I found the 72-Hour Survival Plan — and it changed everything.
It was practical. Clear. No fluff. No scare tactics.
Just exactly what I needed to get my family ready.
Now? I don’t panic anymore.
If it happens again — fire, flood, outage, whatever — I can be out the door in five minutes, with everything we need.
You think you’ll have time. You think it won’t happen to you. So did I.
I wasn’t just unlucky. I was unprepared.
But not anymore.
Don’t wait for a disaster to teach you the hard way
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Whether it’s a wildfire, a blackout, or the one thing you didn’t see coming… being ready is freedom.
You’ll never regret being prepared.
You’ll only regret waiting.
- MIKE D. Ca
PS: Don’t make the mistake I did — our families come first. Be prepared.