The pandemic has not brought out the best in us, I'm afraid. I'm not just talking about selfish and silly live-free-or-die, fight-the-tyranny, I-blame-Obama's-deep-state crowd. I'm thinking of the rest of us, too. Everyone is so consumed with the artificial weirdness of our current day-to-day lives that we forget who the real victims are.
And the victims are not those who can't buy ammo* or find beef or Purell on the store shelves. Or me for hating mass WebEx meetings and my fast-growing hair with its alarmingly gray roots.
It's people with Covid19. It's the first responders and hospital workers who not only have to fight the virus, they have to endure the selfishness of those who won't social distance or wear masks. It's the parents who have to put food on the table, often without paychecks and definitely without the help of school lunches. It's the poor who can't shelter in place because they have no home.
That's why I'm glad Giving Tuesday came early this year. I eventually do the right thing, but I admit I have to be reminded. Today I'm making a contribution to the local homeless shelter. 378 people right here in my community make less than $10,000/year and turned to the shelter for safety and stability in 2019. These crazy days are scary for all of us, but imagine what it must be like for them.
I'm proud and thankful I can help.
*An actual complaint!