There is More to Survive Than COVID-19

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.