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                I can’t feel sorry for myself. There are people out of work with
no money to buy food. People around the world are sick and in need of medical care, hospitalizations increase, ICU beds are filling up with very sick people, and many are dying. Time to wear masks if I go out, and don’t forget to keep that social distancing recommendation. Here I am safe and secure. How lucky I am.
But my bed hasn’t been changed in weeks, the kitchen floor keeps getting marks and spots. My hair is just awful. Don’t look in the mirror, ignore the mess ’cause my physical limitations won’t allow me to do those jobs. I moved to a retirement community when I realized there were lots of things hard to do now. Aren’t these the “golden years”?
Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, I hear the cell
phone signal that someone is FaceTiming me. It is one of my granddaughters and she says, “Just checking in to see, how
you are doing Grandma?” Another grandchild sends me a text message: “I miss you so much. Please stay in your apartment and be safe. I worry about you because I love you so much.” WOW! That’s powerful, so I remind myself that I am not really alone. Another granddaughter offers to grocery shop and bring food to the gatehouse for me. She has done that several times, and my daughter-in-law drives an hour to bring me groceries on a different week. I am not alone.
I check the weekly schedule and find a movie I might like to watch. That will distract me from the ever-present news on TV. The phone rings and I hear that friendly voice from a Fairhaven employee
who calls daily to see if I am OK or if I need something. How nice.
I check my computer and find an email reminding me that I can Zoom on Sunday morning and join the church service at my former church. A good reminder that I am never alone as “The Lord is always with me.” That’s a comforting thought.
“This too shall pass”
The phone rings again. It is my sister’s daily call from North Carolina. Then a call comes from my college roommate, and we reminisce about better days and compare segments of our life

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