Makes me a bit crazy that they are treating it as if it is.
I swear. It is the fear I see in people that really bothers me. The sheep-like fear. It is controlling the lives of people.
I rebel against that. It isn’t that I minimize the danger. There is a saying I love, and it is relevant here:
“A ship in a harbor is a safe ship. But that isn’t what ships are made for.”
I feel like I want to say to people: “You may think a human with a mask avoiding others is a safe human, but that is not what humans are made for.”
We are made to interact with each other, to see each other’s faces, to shake each other’s hands, to hug each other. There is something obscene to me about covering one of the most beautiful things in the world with a mask...a genuine and warm human smile. We are MADE to see that. It isn’t insignificant. It means something special. So we should do and see these things.
Not to cower in fear.
If I get the virus, I get the virus. If it kills me, it kills me. I have had a wonderful life on this earth, but I’ll be damned if I live my remaining days acting like a scared sheep cowering in a dark place. I feel in my heart that there are indeed things worse than death, and squandering this beautiful life that God has given me by quaking in fear in a dark, lonely house, well...that isn’t the way I want to go out.
That’s Beautiful, Man.
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Thanks!
What He Said.
I like the way you think. I have been dealing with autoimmune disease for twenty-seven years.I had the Moderna shots, the second one in April.
In May, I got the call I had been waiting for for four years and had transplant surgery. On the mend, getting my strength back, looking forward to the future, and those bastards in Washington are bound and determined to make our lives hell. How dare they! I have not been close to death, but being on the waiting list for a donor organ, you don’t know if it’s ever gonna happen. God answered my prayers, and I have a responsibility not only to Him, but to my donor to take care of the precious gift I’ve been given, and to my family as well. Next year I will be escorting my daughter down the aisle, being the father of the bride, and NOTHING is gonna keep me from that! Forward Ho!👍
Wow!!!!! Just WOW!!!!
Post of the year!!!
Thank you for putting in words, what many still feel in their hearts.
Polly
| "What ships are made for." Wonderful commentary, rlmorel. What free men are made for: achievement, victory, defeat, laughter, anger, smiles, tears, cold, heat, a brisk wind in the face, fellowship, roughness, tenderness, and yes, sometimes even gallantry. He is completely a man, in the old sense. |
