just a memory

It seems like forever since I wrote that last post, with only a small mention at the end, of the coronavirus. Now, there is absolutely nothing else that anyone ever talks about. Except what they’re doing to cope.

In my memory, it all started at the beginning of the year, hearing about China throwing up hospitals out of nowhere; and then our hearts going out to Italy’s doctors, frantically going on about the “explosion” of people to treat, trying to warn us.

Then we hoped Sam wouldn’t have to go to that much-looked-forward-to conference in Anaheim. (He didn’t, only 400 attended out of hundreds of thousands that usually go.) He had to go to Toronto first… and ended up coming home a day early because his office building was closed down. As we sat in the restaurant for a late supper that night after picking him up at the train station, we saw that team after team of major league sports were closing down. A couple of days later, that restaurant (along with many others) closed.

It really seemed like a sickness for well-off people at first, getting those who travel, those who could afford to go on a cruise, diplomats, etc.

And now it’s a sickness that has awakened our respect for the not-so-well off–the grocery workers, delivery people, etc. Today on my walk I came across a “gift bag” left out for the garbage collectors “1 treat for now, 1 treat for later, drawings from the kids, etc…. Thank you for all you do etc. ”

All kinds of people are coming up with all kinds of ways to be kind. We suddenly realize how much we love our senior citizens.

And then there are those who yell. They whine because the cashiers aren’t smiling, or scream because someone isn’t staying 6 feet away. The real test is being forgiving of those people. They’re scared. They don’t have the confidence that you do, about there being more to life than this life.

It may take a very long time… no, it will take a very long time, but someday, this will all be only a memory.

“The Lord is not slow to fulfill his promise as some count slowness, but is patient toward you, not wishing that any should perish, but that all should reach repentance.” (2 Peter 3:9)

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