I just want it to stop. June 2020

Sometimes I just want it to stop. Talk of Covid, protests, looting, brutality. I lose my way. Become convinced that this “new normal “ is real life.

But, then I meet an 87 year old who talks of living through Polio,diphtheria, Vietman, protests and yet is still enchanted with life. He seemed surprised when I said that 2020 must be especially challenging for him. “No”, he said slowly looking me straight in the eyes, “ I learned a long time ago to not see the world through the printed headlines, I see the world through the people that surround me. I see the world with the realization that we love big. Therefore, I just choose to write my own headlines. “Husband loves wife today. “ “Family drops everything to come to Grandmas bedside.” He patted my hand “ Old man, makes new friend”.

His words collide with my worries, freeing them from the tether I had been holding tight. They float away. I am left with a renewed spirit. My headline now reads “ woman overwhelmed by the spirit of kindness and the reminder that our Capacity to love is never ending “

Written by Anne Heathy

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