We are in a big war now. We don't know how bad it will get, or how long it will last. We don't even know what the enemy looks like, except it often looks like us.
In such a war, fear can be as deadly as any virus. People turn on one another. They morph into characters from a "Mad Max" movie, hoarding scarce resources, stomping others to survive.
We cannot let ourselves become such caricatures.
We cannot become the vigilantes in
We cannot become the
We cannot sink to the worst version of ourselves. We must stay above the human water line, keep our character and our dignity intact, until normal life can resume.
The way out will not come from our leaders. Across the world, we see failures at the top. Governments that lie. Presidents who change course with the wind. Even institutions that are supposedly apolitical, from the
We are on our own here. No pamphlet will arrive. No law will be passed. Our contentment and inner calm rests on our own sense of appreciation.
One thing. One small idea in the big war.
I have found mine.
Let me share it with you.
OUR NEW PERMANENT RESIDENT
As the COVID-19 pandemic was just beginning to hit our shores, we brought an 8-year-old boy named
You would never know it from his demeanor. He is human sunshine from the moment he wakes up. He bounces to you every morning, squealing your name, and he snuggles up and revels in a bedtime story every night.
Thanks to an amazing therapy team at
And he was in the middle of that therapy last month when the world changed. Just like that, airplanes were dangerous. Foreign travel was limited.
And so, for the time being,
Which means, like so many parents around the world now, we must tend to a child all day long. There's no school to occupy his time. No friends to play with. No birthday parties, playdates, movies or arcades to entertain him.
Just us.
And yet the days are so much brighter with this little boy around. We catch him singing to himself, or inventing imaginary voices with his toy animals. We hear him laughing wildly at silly cartoons. We revel in reading to him in our laps, assembling jigsaw puzzles, working on his English. At meal time, all he wants to do is help make the spaghetti, or crush oranges in the juicer, or stir sugar in the coffee. His delight in the simplest things is infectious.
This is because even our new limited, shutdown lives in America are a whole lot better than the average life in
The other night we were sitting at the dinner table, laughing as
And I realized we had found our one thing.
OUR HUMANITY SAVES US
If not for this pandemic, we would never have had so much time with this inspiring child, who was abandoned at birth. We are so grateful. And feeling gratitude during a crisis is the beginning of resetting your compass.
I can wrap my arms around the idea of
Or perhaps it's the reading that you're finally getting to do. Or the walks in the neighborhood you haven't taken for years. Or the bicycle you got out of storage. Or the phone calls to old friends. Or the photo albums you've finally had time to organize.
Don't get me wrong. These things don't counter the hardships of a novel coronavirus infection, the burden of watching a loved one go through it, the worry about financial futures, the loss of a job, the loneliness of a world without contact.
But if all we do is swim in those sad waters, we will lose sight of any shore. We will drift into people we don't recognize, and do things we never thought we would do.
Our humanity will be what saves us in this pandemic. Small acts. Like the people who leave toilet paper on their porches for delivery workers. Or the sewing machines now humming to stitch masks. Or the folks who serenade one another across apartment house balconies.
One thing. Find it. The one positive. The one joy you'd forgotten about. The one part of the day that brings you peace. And cling to it, the way I cling to little
Human touch matters. Human kindness matters more. It is our way out of this madness. And our way back to ourselves.
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