Good morning, world. We are a different place today than we were just a few weeks ago. It’s a worrisome time, and not one death is unimportant. Not ONE. All lives matter. Life is precious. Life is not guaranteed. There is no rule that states that if we do this – or do that – our life is guaranteed. There is no promise for a tomorrow. BUT – there is hope.
If we’ve learned anything from this COVID-19 virus is that’s we are all connected, we do not live on our own island and the world around us can’t or don’t affect us. Yes, it does. We are all part of the societal machine – we all effect the world around us in either in a negative or positive way, but we are all ‘essential’.
In my recovery from this nasty virus, I can’t help but worry about the world around me. Yes, I’m stressed like everyone else. Yes, I’m worried about the financial, social, and environmental effect this nasty virus is having on me, my family, and my neighbors. Yes, I’m worried about the ultimate cost – not just of the direct effects of this virus – all the needless deaths, but of the emotional damage. Those numbers are not just numbers – those are our neighbors, friends, mothers, fathers, grandmothers, grandfathers, aunts, uncles, sisters, brothers, daughters and sons that are dying. This virus isn’t racist or prejudiced and attacks everyone, so it will require everyone in order to combat and kill it.
I am in recovery. My body is strong and it was the only weapon I had against this virus. There is no antiviral, there are no antibiotics, and there is no cure. All I could do was treat symptoms and help my body fight as hard as it could from this horrible enemy inside me. My body is winning and my amazing and miraculous machine is producing its own natural antibodies destroying the enemy within and building up a protective immunity that will help me stay strong as this nasty bug continues to circulate through our world.
My heart breaks for those who had family and loved ones who did not overcome their battle. All of them were precious lives. I’ve been in a very strict quarantine, not just to protect myself as I fight this virus, but to protect others around me. There is hope. We will recover …from this virus. Now, I must have hope we as a society will recover from the grief and pain of our loss.
Let us all love each other, be considerate of each other, and remember that we are all essential in our roles as neighbors.