Tomorrow was supposed to be my flight to Ireland for a two-week vacation. I love Ireland, and have been several times, but this would only be the second trip for my husband. I was looking forward to showing him all the magical, beautiful places in the land I love.
However, that’s obviously not happening. Maybe not until next year. Maybe not even then.
What am I going to do, though? Storm the state capitol and demand my right to fly on a possibly infectious plane, and bring my possibly infectious self to a country that’s got their own worries, and possibly bring them a whole new strain?
No. I stay at home (well, except for being required to go into work in my office) and ride out the wave. Because I care about other people, and don’t want my selfishness and privilege and righteousness to get them ill.
Because I care about other people, and don’t want to get them ill.
Say it after me.
Because I care about other people, and don’t want to get them ill.
Not just my friends and family, but the waitress at the carry-out. And her aging mother. And her asthmatic son. Or the grocery store clerk that can’t stay home, as an essential worker. And his roommate, who has Crohns and is immunocompromised.
I get that some places are starting up work again. I get that if they don’t, they lose their business and entire life’s savings. That’s what our government help was SUPPOSED to keep from happening, but there was so much political wrangling on BOTH sides that the help was horrible, patchy, and completely inadequate.
I hope reopening goes slowly, smartly, and safely.
I hope that it doesn’t trigger a second wave, but that’s a faint hope, and not something I can do much about.
All I can do is hope. Do not take the hope away from me. It’s all some of us have. It’s all that keeps us going each day.
Hopefully, when this situation passes, you’ll be able to visit Ireland 🙂 stay safe and greetings from Portugal, PedroL
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