Let’s be honest — every guy has thought about it at least once. Zombie apocalypse. 
Bug-out bags.
Bunkers.
Ammo stacked in the closet.
Freeze-dried food piled in the garage like the end of the world is scheduled for Tuesday. There’s something about the idea of being a prepper that hits a nerve in men. Maybe it’s the instinct to protect. Maybe it’s the thrill of being ready when everyone else isn’t. Or maybe it’s just the quiet satisfaction of knowing if everything falls apart… you won’t. But if we’re being real for a minute, most of us joke about being preppers while being completely unprepared for the storms that are already hitting our lives. The pressure in our marriages. The weight of responsibility. The battles in our minds. The moments when leadership is required and no one else is stepping up. And that’s when something hit me that flipped the whole idea of prepping on its head. The original prepper in history wasn’t some guy with a bunker. It was Noah. Think about it. Noa...