Double-vaxxed as of the weekend and damn near had a panic attack the first night. Compounding my dread and anxiety was an escapable feeling of apathy for my life and the world at large. -Unknown American
When all this began, I never dreamed I would cave. I held the line. I allowed family members to make autonomous decisions about their welfare. I even did my best Batman at various places outside my dwelling [masks ad nauseum].
Christmas rolled around, and I wasn’t allowed to celebrate with the people who mean the most. When a day as sacred as Christmas falls, anything goes.
Soon afterward, I missed the birthdays of nieces and nephews. This was not out of fear of spreading a virus, but to avoid a hefty fine for ignoring provincial guidelines.
After that, orchestral pots and pans on balconies to laud front-line workers. Cue countless TikTok videos of nurses dancing amidst an unprecedented virus. Both were daily occurrences.
Months went by, and an election was held. Mere theatrics to keep us occupied while more freedoms fell at the waist side.
Families suffered. Marriages imploded. Drug use skyrocketed; many narcotized out of fear.
The mental health of millions eroded while violent crimes spiked. Both attributed to the growing uncertainty of daily existence.
Twelve months is all it took.
Then, counter-culture news outlets warned of mandated vaccine passports on the horizon. They were quick to point out that increased control for governments worldwide was the real motive behind Covid-19.
Accepting our demands, following mandates, or feeling the wrath of ostracization is what those in power were, and, continue to say.
Now, promises of boosters for the double-vaccinated have surfaced. The necessity of these boosters is questionable at best.
Today’s iteration of the rich versus poor narrative; vaxxed versus non-vaxxed.
As for now, the crosshairs are on children under 12.
Think for a moment what life was like at twelve. For me, it was one of the most special times I can remember.
Hockey cards; schoolyard crushes; bike rides with my best friend. True autonomy.
All of that is gone.
Societies are judged by how they treat the most vulnerable; the elderly, youth, and the marginalized.
The marginalized were forgotten long ago. Our elderly have already been attacked.
But, when elected officials target children under 12, one recourse remains; arm yourselves, stand firm, and dare them.
Call me an idealist, but I wish to live in a world where children run freely at outdoor parks, without masks, with smiles for the world to see.
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I lost damn near everything I owned. The rest that fits in my truck with me is dwindling because I’m selling it off. It’s good because I have a Lil more gas money, and more room to sleep. I was retired. Now I’m looking for gainful employment. That’s hard when you haven’t accepted the shot and refuse to wear a mask. I have not. I will not. I spent the last two months up in the mountains around Prescott AZ. I made a stove out of rocks where I bake bread, and make hot coffee and tea. The rest of my time has been spent reading my Bible. Cover to cover. Piecemeal and wherever the page falls when I open it. And in a manner corroborating the various parts by chapter and verse. Without interruption and distractions it’s amazing how much I was missing and glossing over. It’s amazing how relevant and revealing God’s word is if you can avoid the cares of this world to seep in and color your understanding. So I came back down and found the job I so desperately needed and I’m just taking things one day at a time and trying to keep those worldly worries from stealing my joy over the simple accomplishments I can manage each day to bring me along on the path of recovery from a personal Holocaust. Friend, I recommend immersing yourself in God’s word, and standing strong for the conscious God gave all men. It’s the only way forward. If everybody did, this would all be in the rearview by now.
I love this, brother! Keep the faith.
*inescapable, *way side.
YOU gave it up. The only liberties “they” can take are the ones YOU surrender. Yours is the post of a quitter; quisling.
Quitter is harsh. More like wolf in sheep’s clothing, sire.
I’m double vaxted and still wear a mask indoors when lots of people are present. Why? Because I have an 88 year old mother, who is also vaxted, but still would probably not survive a COVID infection. But, I still support your right not to get vaxted. But don’t judge this writer unless you have walked a mile in his shoes.
I chose to be vaxted early. My neighbor did not. He used to ride a Harley, but now rides a motorized wheelchair. He spent 3 months in the hospital, with a month in a comma. And almost died. Another friend who want vaxted and he spent a month in the hospital with a week in a comma. He did not come close to dying, but lost 40 pounds and having lasting medical issues. So that being said, I still support your right to live your life as you wish. But I don’t support you being so judgmental.
Correction!
Friend who was not vaxted