Spreading Love…
Trying to get my head around all the hate this pandemic has generated. So here are a few of my thoughts (bear with me)…
There was a day when medicine bottles (and food containers in general) did not have any tamper proof packaging. Now, we have a plastic rim around the peanut butter jar AND a seal over the opening underneath the lid (that is a PIA to get off, by the way) all because one day some psychopath starting poisoning Tylenol bottles. Our way of packaging consumable products changed forever because of one deranged killer.
As a kid, I spent countless hours riding my bike barefoot sans helmet. Not going to lie — ripped my foot up a couple times in the spokes like an idiot. But hey – I was 10! Last Sunday, I had a minor biking accident resulting in ten stitches in my leg. I had my helmet on protecting my head and bike gloves which kept my hands abrasion free. When my girls were little, they would never dream of riding their bikes without their helmets (and shoes). Today, no one sees the wearing of a bike helmet as a restriction of our rights. It just makes sense to keep our kids (and ourselves) safe.
On September 11, 2001, our world changed forever. Before 9/11, I remember taking our youngest daughter with me to see my husband off at the airport. We walked him to his gate, and the flight attendants let Emilie go onto the plane, look in the cock pit, gave her “wings” and a box lunch. Now, we drop our loved ones off in front of the airport and rarely even walk them in. The security screenings before entering the gates keeps everyone on the plane safe from terrorists. Because 9/11 changed our world forever.
We are in the midst of a global (did I say GLOBAL?) pandemic. Regardless of whether this is a human devised weapon… Regardless of what country you live in… Regardless of who you vote for (in those countries where you actually have the right to vote)… It is a rouge virus that has reached around the globe affecting the lives of human beings with no thought to gender, race, age, philosophy. Eventually, we will discover a way to treat and stop it. Eventually, we will get back to hanging with our friends and families, good martinis, and a decent haircut. But it will change us forever… we will always be aware of what we are touching and who is coughing/sneezing near us. We will be hyper aware of using public bathrooms and doorknobs on public buildings. And some of us might actual continue wearing a mask on airplanes (not a bad idea). We will return to our lives, but I predict there will be some changes.
Like the peanut butter jar…
And bike helmets…
And the TSA patting you down before you board your flight…
So, wash your hands, wear a mask when you go out, and let’s spread more love to our fellow human beings that are struggling along with us.
