I thought my baby brother coined the term. Guess not.
You see, he was extremely nervous about me being deployed to New Orleans the day before Hurricane Katrina hit.
Needless to say, it was HELL. (as in fire and brimstone)
But that goes without saying.
And my baby brother fretted the whole entire time I was there. And when I say "fretted" I really mean that he was in a near panic.
I never thought that it was possible... but he was actually more worried than our mother. If you know my mother, that is very hard to do. It's part of her mother DNA.
Every time I was able to call home on the satellite phone I would talk to him and he would start the conversation by pelting me with questions.
"Are you in the water?"
"Are you wearing mosquito spray?"
"What water are you drinking?"
"How much mosquito spray are you using?"
"Do you have enough water?"
"When are you applying the mosquito spray?"
"You know that you need to stay out of the water, right?"
On and on it would go....
Without fail, he would always close our conversation with "Don't forget Sister- an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure!"
And that's the little voice I would hear in my head every day for almost three months, including the times when those plane would fly overhead and dump all that spray on us. Pounds...and pounds...and pounds... of cure.
It's the little voice in my head that I've heard now for 4 years now.
So when I see this sign every morning, it makes me smile.
Even if he didn't coin the term.