All the money in the world can’t buy good health
Today, there is really no difference between the rich and poor. Amazing. All the money in the world can’t buy good health and/or protect one from catching SARS-CoV-2, the virus that causes COVID-19. Nor can a ton of money guarantee that a COVID patient will recover. Besides money, the virus has an affinity for both genders, all races, ethnicities, and religions, and cares not with whom it bonds, as long as you’re living and breathing.
The whole world is covered, in varying degrees, with this virus, so even the very wealthy have nowhere to escape. Not entirely. New Zealand thought it had it beat – no new cases. Then it returned.
In 2020, death and ill health have taken on a whole new meaning. They’re all around us. If we personally haven’t contracted SARS-CoV-2, then we know of someone who has. If those of us in Hidalgo County haven’t lost someone we love and know to this disease, we know of someone who has. If there is someone out there who has absolutely no worry and/or fear of contracting COVID, then please email me and tell me what meds you’re taking, because I want some.
Now I know how people living in a war zone must feel. Only thing missing are the loud sounds of bombs dropping, but the shell shock seems the same. Sad to say, in one form or another, those of us living through this will never be the same. Our lives will be forever altered in one way or another. Even if a safe vaccine is developed, some PTSD will remain in varied segments of the population. Some people’s mental health will forever be altered. Hey, Wendorf, so what’s the good news?
Hmmm. Well, I woke up, and not to jinx anything, but those close to me are well. Just another day in the War Zone, though. Don’t think I have to go out today, so there’s little chance of contracting it within the next 24 hours, but there’s also no way of knowing if I have or have not already contracted it, but the symptoms just haven’t yet presented. I could be a walking time bomb waiting to explode. I love happy thoughts.
Anymore good news to report?
No, not really. These days, it seems like the bad news outweighs the good, which is why I focus on the good: my family and friends, and the fact that I was even born to experience life.