If a plane that you are riding on crashes–killing all on board and yet you somehow survive, saying that ‘God must have a plan for you’ is not helpful.
And if I were to try to convince you that the fact that I have been surviving lung cancer for fifteen years is attributable to much more than right place, right time, right oncologist, I would be lying. Chance, luck, whatever you want to call it. It’s a bloody crapshoot.
How about COVID-19? Our commander in chief, positive for the virus but now fully amped up on dexamethasone, is telling the world that it is no big deal. Tone deaf, at best. Amazingly and incongruously insensitive at worst, given the fact that more than a million people worldwide have now died from the corona virus.
Humility is an underrated quality. Empathy and compassion for the suffering of others, well, without that, frankly, what’s the point. The absolute essence of humanity should be caring. And not just about ones self. We are, like it or not, all connected. What hurts one hurts another.
So let’s do our damndest to help. And you can start by wearing a fucking mask.