I sat at my desk this morning, and I cried. I was typing notes, thinking about my clients, and it struck me again how many of them we might lose to this pandemic.
And how people in power do not seem to care that we might lose them. That their deaths, and the deaths of our elderly, and our sick, and our neighbors and friends, our coworkers, might just have to be the price we pay for a "good economy."
I look at those who are helping, who are showing up in spite of everything, who keep doing the good, necessary, hard work of keeping us safe, keeping us fed, keeping us well, and it makes me sad.
We are not testing people at the rate we should be. We are only testing people with possible exposure or showing symptoms. People are still partying, still travelling, still shopping, and do not yet see that the price for this frivolity could be their lives, or the life of someone they know and love, or even someone they don't know and will never meet.
I am finding it so hard to have hope. So long as your 401k is good and you have enough to eat, I guess that's all that's supposed to matter.
Listen to the experts, and the scientists, and the health providers, and the people on the front lines. Stay home if you can. Be careful if you can't.
Remember that all human life, any human life, is worth more than the stock market or another roll of toilet paper.
