I took a moment as I waited the required fifteen minutes after the shot to bow my head and think of those who weren’t, and won’t be, so lucky. People drawing their last tortured breaths in Brazilian hospitals or Michigan trailer homes; people who tested positive today, with the vaccine just a kiss away. I said before it’s like surviving combat for years and then being killed in the final brutal days of the war. So close. So close. Oh, I sobbed for them. The people who didn’t make it. Almost all of them would still be here today, otherwise.
For a minute I was self-conscious, but then I figured the vaccine site workers are no doubt used to this outpouring of emotion. Most people have told me they had a similar reaction. How could you not??
My “freedom day” is May 19th, two weeks after my second shot. I talked to my vaccinated sister about visiting in June. We haven’t seen her for a year and a half. Saturday I have lunch with my book club (outdoors of course). In May I go to my first small outdoor jazz concert put on by one of our trombone players. It’s going to feel like this was all a bad dream. I wish none of it had ever happened. But for this moment, I am on my way to being safe. And for that I am profoundly grateful.
You can’t always get what you want
You can’t always get what you want
You can’t always get what you want
But if you try sometimes, you find
You get what you need
Yay! I'm happy for you :-)
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