It's no Day At The Beach
Waves Of Relief Come Over Me, 36"x24"
I’m a nice person. I’m not writing this to inform you, I am writing it to remind myself.
A friend of a friend is in the hospital fighting for his life with COVID. No, he’s not vaccinated. Neither is this friend of mine. I’m a for-real empath. I strive to “walk a mile in their shoes”. Now, I am seriously struggling to feel any sympathy for this man. He’s not just a man. He’s a father and a husband and a son and a productive member of society.
I’m starting to think there’s such a thing as too much empathy. I’m past denying myself the feelings of anger and indifference I now feel towards those who refuse the vaccine. The fact that so many others feel the same way doesn't seem to help either. Knowing that all of this drama and sickness and heartache could have been avoided is so obvious. I know that now is not the time to bring that up to my friend. Is my tongue bleeding yet?
And, while I’m on my rant (it is MY blog, after all), why is it that anti-vaxxers don’t believe in science until they have to go to the hospital? Even when their conservative mouthpieces in radio are dying they’re still adamantly opposed. If the people who are vaccinated start getting hospital beds before the non, that’s only because they are far more likely to survive.
Sadly, if you live in Florida as I do, you are going to, at the very least, know someone who has lost someone.
At this point, I’m afraid that the best I can do is feel sorrow for this family. Nearly grown boys, I believe. Old enough to understand that death means forever and young enough to miss him for years to come. So sad.
Please, PLEASE get your shots!
Think I’ll go to the beach.