Thank goodness, everyone recognizes and heralds the courage demanded of medical teams who are today’s first responders concerning ministering to our current health crises. And what of the courage demanded of families of first responders?
Though I can understand the mindset of people whose personal fear of pending poverty may not think so objectively as to place saving lives above our failing economy, we can’t place ourselves and our young at risk, knowing full well that opening our doors to a second round with this deadly virus will kill so many that another ‘world war’ to defeat this invisible enemy will have to be fought on a global scope, setting each of us up to soldier the same dire consequences accompanying quarantine that we’re confronting, right now. You don’t jump out of a plane, midair, for fear of crashing.
Parachutes, also known as vaccines, have yet to appear during this crises.
I think about my nephew, the ER doc, his wife and four children, every single day, and hope that they can feel their aunt and uncle’s fervent wish for their continued good health flying from our southwest desert home, across the miles to North Carolina, as our hearts long to hold all of theirs close to our own.
Once again—
My nephew, the ER doc, who is a former paramedic firefighter, set the record straight when he said—I’m accustomed to running into burning buildings. What I’m not accustomed to is the possibility of fires following me home.
👩🏻👨🏼🍳❤️🌈🌻
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