What Was Your Lowest Point of the Last Two Years?
Families Divided, Loved Ones Isolated, Hatred and Mistrust...
I’ve been busy bee on earnings calls the last few days, but I saw this interesting thread on Twitter:
The responses, I’m going to admit, were in many cases heartbreaking to read:
This one I can sadly understand completely:
I am not sure that I can name an exact moment when I reached a lowest point with Covidcon, because I had several. Lots of scared long term friends unfriended me for questioning something early on. My older daughter telling me that a friend of hers in Michigan had tried to commit suicide after the schools closed in the Spring of 2020 really got to me, especially after learning that another teen she knew had successfully killed himself. My daughter was supposed to get an award for being the eighth grade valedictorian in Las Vegas during a graduation ceremony that got turned into another meaningless zoom presentation. I remember my younger daughter crying asking why she couldn’t play with the neighbor’s daughter while they were having a party next door and me having no answers for her. The nightmares I had when Phuket really started pushing facemasks and my daughter was afraid that I would get put in jail for being unable to wear one. Probably the general feeling of disappointment that I seemingly went overnight from being respected and well liked in my community in Thailand to becoming some sort of pariah figure, a hated farang who refused to follow the rules on facemasks and probably should be deported. I could go on.
I guess the saddest thing to me has been the stunning lack of empathy for another person’s situation. People without children no longer cared about missed graduations and people without trauma didn’t even try to understand why someone might not wear a facemask. Pro lockdown people working on their laptops in their pajamas getting paid twice as much as before weren’t trying to understand the vast supply chain of workers that were allowing them to even do this. People who never thought that they’d experienced vaccine injury couldn’t comprehend anybody refusing the “vaccine” for any reason. It was no exceptions, no excuses. Ironically those decrying others for being selfish were usually the ones benefitting the most from the upside down arrangements.
So I am curious what your personal stories are. I think there’s still a lot of healing necessary.
So many bad memories. Being chased around by a weird guy in the grocery store for pulling my mask down for a second to breathe. He reported me to customer service but then continued to bully me in the store, so they had to escort me to my car. I cried the whole way home which pissed me off. (I don’t really cry but dammit he scared the crap out of me.) Being unvax’d in a half-vax’d family was (is) hard and heartbreaking. But the very worst thing was when Moderna killed my mom. She had a stroke two days after (in January 2021) and died alone in a long-term care home that barely let us see her. I am irreparably damaged, I think.
Damn those stories are harrowing. Why have so many people forsaken their humanity to act inhumanely? There are so many (previously) close ones that I barely recognise anymore.
Lowest point was Christmas time, looking forward to and planning the day around the family video call halfway around the world. Within minutes having drunk relatives making 'antivax' jibes at me. Then when the topic of travel came up and on myself at that time being unable to travel as the great unwashed, I was told, with a smirk,
"We have no sympathy."
Almost destroyed me. They've since apologized and we are talking again.
All the heartless beat-downs, the callousness and lack of empathy I've witnessed, experienced, and observed... It's given me a heightened sense of things, a greater awareness of everything, a higher level of consciousness, and ultimately lead to personal growth.
I'm a different man now. For the better.
Hope you and all your readers keep drawing strength from one another. The show must go on!