As I was waking up this morning, my thoughts turned to my constant worry about falling ill with COVID-19. And although I am taking every precaution, living like a hermit and going nowhere but the most important errands, I still worry. That’s how I am.
So, I was thinking, just about a year has passed since the first news of the virus. In that time, the virus has spread from the first few hosts to so many millions around the world. If I were to catch the virus, I will be one link in the human chain from the first hosts to the current moment. That chain might be roughly 100 members long by now, and grows longer every day.
Who were those hundred people? Which of them had the chance to behave well but made stupid and irresponsible choices? Were any of them in a position where they had no choices, but had to go to work or care for people and so ended up with the virus? Were they young or old, alone or with families? How many succumbed and left behind grieving loved ones?
Maybe only some of them, I’m thinking, thought the virus was a hoax or went out partying. No way to tell, so I can’t be pissed off at all 100 of them. Certainly among those hundred were people who blew it for others, but also those who experienced heartbreak and tragedy. I can’t do anything for them, but maybe I can keep strong and save others.
Break the chain!