Disaster does strange things to people. Granted, when my neighbour's polytunnel came loose from it moorings I got it anchore back to the down tubes pretty quickly, but then I've never faced a real emergency and I hope I never will. You can't tell how you'd respond until it happens.
A boxing gym has opened in the nearest town. Do I forsake a friend I've had since childhood who went through the same harsh and probably illegal school regime I went to just to do something more hardcore? Probably not. In any case, I like to kick people.