During my mom's final days she reminded me to be thankful I was healthy enough to go to work everyday. If it weren't for my insistence on the way I lived my life, i might have been in a better position to sacrifice my measley salary and spend more time reading her silly stories, holding her hand, and agreeing to disagree. Mom knew, though, that for me work was my salvation. It wasn't always the money as I asserted. We both knew that. There were just some issues we chose to let lie.
Unlike issues regarding one's safety on board, personal issues about why we make decisions we make can easily be forgotton with no fear of endangerment. On the boat, though, procrastinating about an unsecure net, a failed radio connection, or even an untidy cockpit can be devastating. Having lived in a big 4 bedroom house for the past 35 years it is interesting to note how much more organized I am on the boat. Is it because I know how an innocent flat head screwdriver can become a lethal flying object should it get accidently kicked in my direction.
I like to think that despite my laissez-faire housekeeping habits on the terra firma my diligence with establishing the habits learned in kindergarten will add to my safety at sea. I'm not sure which rule it is, but I can assure you in elementary school, even in the pre-kindergarten classes teachers preach, "if you take it out, put it back where you got it." So, in short, despite my personal issues dealing with lonliness, forgiveness, and financial distress, my boat will be neat and orderly.
Crew beware, if you move something, put it back where you found it, the second you are finished with it. If you borrow something return it with an added token of appreciation. If you work on my boat you will be first on the list to be invited for a sail. If you enocurage me to act safely I will appreciate your support. If you have a loved one whose days are numbered, give up a few days pay; what you earn is far more worthy than another shopping spree at the Dollar Store.
Cheers, and safe sailing.