While we still lived back there, I did manage to teach the concept of personal responsibility to my sons by taking them on hikes in the woods. Whatever they thought was important enough to bring, they had to carry until we got back home.
Similarly, each region has different priorities and needs the freedom to decide, in this time of limited resources, which are worth carrying and how to take them. But as we all learned too well in the wake of 9/11/01, sometimes we just plain need help. It's wise to consider that our neighbors to the south could be stricken. Like a man who wakes up to find his house on fire, they may find that their “fingers” and “toes” are absolutely essential as they seek their own safety and that of their loved ones.
It's a good thing that we live in a place where friendly folks volunteer help and advice, whether your concern is dealing with a rabid dog literally in your back yard, or perhaps slaughtering a chicken. Up here, people don't just throw out foods they can't eat when they change diets, they give it to someone else like a friend from church did for us (to the tune of at least three weeks worth of groceries!). We live, and need to live, in a Good Samaritan community where people see a need and fulfill it, rather than shun getting their hands dirty to help a stranger in need.