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.
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