I'd rather be considered a delusional paranoid than to sit somewhere with my bottom lip pooched out waiting for someone to rescue me at their convienence. I don't want to depend on anyone to get me out of harms way. Peace of mind comes with being prepared and I'm totally ok with that. Everyone thought I was crazy when I bought a tool box and started filling it a little at a time with first aid supplies, yet I'm the one they come to when they have a boo boo.