Better safe than sorry

The latest spate of stormy weather left my garden in a mess. The birdhouse was blown down, the metal arch crumbled and the decorative butterflies lost their wings. If only I had anticipated the force of destruction, I would have done something to prevent it. But coming from the calm and constant Malaysian weather, how could I have known? If only.

I am generally a person who weighs my options and risks, who sets aside for a rainy day and who is basically prepared for things that may happen or may not even happen. So I have a number of plans. If plan A does not work, I move on to plan B.

Why even the scout/guide motto is : BE PREPARED which means being always in a state of readiness in mind and body. Be Prepared in Mind is to discipline oneself to think  beforehand any accident or situation that might occur, so that you know the right thing to do at the right moment, and are willing to do it. Be Prepared in Body is to make yourself strong and active and able to do the right thing at the right moment, and do it.

I have never been in a uniformed group but somehow such values have been ingrained in me since young by those that I looked up to. And because that forms the basis of my being, I find decision making natural and efficiency and time management part of the package deal as well. I have little tolerance for tardiness and procrastination.

We cannot be prepared unless we know how to prepare. This takes us to the why, what, where, how and when. A native of the land will usually know the fine details about how to deal with an event for example. But it is a different ball game for a non-native.

We cannot be prepared unless we have knowledge. If I were involved in a car accident in Malaysia, I would know exactly what to do and who to contact. But I will feel very inadequate in another country should an accident happen unless I have the specific knowledge of what to do.

Knowledge comes from many forms and one very basic form is by asking. I remember attending a school report day when the teacher unhappily remarked that my daughter ‘asked a lot of questions’ in class. To that statement, I replied that ‘that was how I brought up my children – to ask questions so they can get answers’.

We cannot be prepared unless we embrace different degrees of likelihood: will happen, may happen, may never happen. If it happens, I will know how to deal with it, and if it does not, well and good. Who is man in his puny mind to predict whether the impossible may happen?

We cannot be prepared if we are told ‘Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.’ This is fine for those who are quite happy to wash their hands of a problem. To  me, it is great if someone offers to take care of a situation, but I would also like to know how that situation will be taken care of. Imagine having a godfather who says he will take care of a problem, and the next thing you know are headlines in a local paper that some heads have rolled. The logical mind seeks answers, not ambiguity.

I have stood in front of a lecture room for the most part of my life. I had questions directed at me – those that I could answer and those that I could not. For the questions that I had answers, I was too happy to share them. For those that I could not answer, I searched for the answers or for someone else who would know the answers. At home, it was the same modus operandi. Children, whether toddlers or teens or adults, ask questions all the time, if they are encouraged to do so. They can be very general or specific; real or hypothetical; impossible or totally out of this world and they can also be personal or totally irrelevant.

Questions are usually triggered by something nagging in the mind. They can come anytime – when you are relaxed and happy or when you are tired and grouchy.

To all these questions, I see it as a privilege to share whatever I know. I see questions as coming from a genuine search for something deeper. Questions could stem from a pure thirst for information, an understanding of emotions and a clarification of doubt.

Wherever they come from and whatever time they are thrown at me, I feel happy that I can be part of building the bridge of knowledge. 

That to me is communication.

Source: http://www.nst.com.my/opinion/columnist/better-safe-than-sorry-1.573138