I stopped all social media after I
read a disturbing post.
In this barely hanging on by our fingernails
time, it pushed me over the edge with its ignorant, offensive –
cruel even – comments by an individual inconvenienced by being
forced to go back home and stop RVing. Comments like:
This is all
being blown out of proportion
More people die from a heart
attack so what’s the big deal
Only old people are getting it
...
It set me seething and spinning with my heart racing, feeling
hopeless that with mentality like this we will never survive. More
out of morbidness than anything else I kept reading and scrolling
every day though to grimly watch us crash in slow motion.
But
instead, better dissemination of accurate information began to show
up by more and more individuals and organizations alike. Compassion,
kindness began to emerge in droves and gradually my heart slowed and
tentatively began to open once more.
I’m beginning to feel not so
alone in my isolation.
I am determined to not let my heart shrink
again, to become as small as those that pierced it to begin with.
I’ll do my part to shine whatever light I am able, to help others
who reach despair. We are in this all together. If each of us
holds our individual proverbial candle up to the terror of the dark, the
unknown, we will light a path, a way through, into our world that has learned the vital necessity of working together, not apart, as one people.
You are not alone.
