Quarantine, flatten the curve, social distance, and even washing your hands make for news these days. In months where we normally would have been talking March Madness, the opening day of baseball season, graduation ceremonies, and summer vacations; we are swamped with medical terms and approaches to living.
M9 or M95 masks? Images of ventilators and respirators and antigen testing devices bounce around in my head. Social distancing has put social media on steroids and now we are all medical experts.
Amidst the medical jargon that abounds, I wish to voice a concern that the Republic seems to have been triaged to the expected category. Yes, I know there are new terms, but I will stick with the original for not expected to survive.
The fatalities in establishing and preserving this Grand Experiment called America must not be left out of the discussion consumed by the fear of a single contagion. Let us not dismiss so quickly the price paid for the liberties that we know.
Let’s not throw it all away for fear of one of the many things in life that could kill us, but probably won’t. I am not ready to put the Republic on morphine and call the chaplain over just yet.