We live in a world where The Happiest Place on Earth is closed.
We’re told to stay home and eat and watch TV while this virus passes, yet millions of Americans have no home, no food, no TV.
Americans are still forming sides as to which side of the aisle is the right and just side of the aisle.
We have an incredibly stupid, narcissistic man as the leader of this country. I won’t dignify him with the word “president”. That slot might as well be empty.
No one has travelled from the future to tell us it’s going to be fine.
No aliens have arrived to fix our woes.
We are headed into a period which will rival our history as being one of the worst financial eras of this country.
Where do we find hope?
My husband and I went for a socially distance walk in the neighborhood. Our favorite pub had one of its front windows open. They’re selling beer out the window. We stopped and said hello. No hugs were exchanged between friends. But warm words were said. Words of hope. A woman unknown to us stopped, maintaining her social distance, just to be near us. She wanted responsible companionship.
I should have taken her picture.
Drop the walls. Maintain the distance. Help each other out.
