(Disclaimer: I am not a doctor or medical professional; This is not medical advice or scientific fact; the following article is simply my personal findings on studying Covid-19 via the internet. The following article is not intended for anything more than a personal opinion piece.)
They say that classics do not die.
There is nothing more classic than neighbors watching neighbors back.
It is tribal.
Droughts, famine, escaped animals, or burning farms- neighbors have always been there for one another.
Now is no different.
Most of the globe has mandatory stay in place rules now- but we can still exercise- so exercise with purpose and help clean up the streets of the community as you do.
Do you have an elderly, lonely, or struggling neighbor?
Do you know a small treat that they enjoy?
Why not pick up a little something for the first person that pops into your head next time you go to the grocery store?
Practicing safe social distancing- drop it off as you head home.
Small acts of kindness are what will keep the light alive in the coming darkness.
That is not meant to scare- just to be realistic.
Fear not Community- We The People have faced famine, hardship, war, death, and genocide before.
We will rise from this too-
giving our children the ability to worry over their own generational problems.
This is not the end.
It may be an end-
But no more so than from the opulence and carefree 1920s to the devastating and destructive 1930s, and then back out the other side post-world wars (for the global superpowers at least).
Our meme’s, our Nonno’s, our gemmas, and our great granddaddies fought like hell to give us the chance to struggle on our own now.
We cannot disparage them by giving up and not learning from their troubles and tribulations, heeding the warning signs.
We owe it to our future grandbabies, our sweet newborn nieces and nephews, to the precious neighbors young family- to fight like hell now to give them their own future and their own struggles.
In all this mess- we cannot lose sight of one another. We may be stuck at home, but we are far from alone.
Even in the darkest nights of the Holocaust, our powerful ancestors kept their candles of light lit- for us.
They did not struggle in vain or alone.
We can draw from that well, there is more than enough for us all.
It comes to you when you see a neighbor stumble and fall- and you turn back to help them despite the personal ramifications.
WE are the light.
When you feel your flame wavering, remember you are not alone, and there might be someone down the street doing worse than you. Would you join in honoring our grandpappies, Yayas, and pawpaw’s and continue their legacy of selfless love by helping our communities in whichever small ways we all can?