10 years ago I lost my father to an unknown viral respiratory disease that destroyed his lungs. In under 6 months he went from the strong adventurer I knew to requiring a wheelchair and oxygen. When he passed, it wasn’t pleasant. (1)
When people on here share stories of loved ones who died of COVID, it breaks my heart. I know the pain. I know the anger. My dad caught the virus from someone, and his number was called. He also caught the virus on vacation, living his life to the fullest. (2)
If he could have figured out who gave him the illness, do I think he would have asked the person, child, or party to curtail their freedoms or be forced to take a therapeutic treatment that wouldn’t guarantee they wouldn’t transit the virus just so he might not get sick?
Of course he wouldn’t. It would be absurd. Every day we run the risk of picking up a staph infection from a door knob, salmonella from undercooked chicken at the restaurant, yellow fever from a trip to Central America to build houses for the poor. Life has risks. (3)
We’ve never obsessed over these risks before, because if we did, we’d be paralyzed by fear. The odds of dying a thousand different ways is high. We wouldn’t leave the house. We’d demand others stay home. We’d become crazy in a vain attempt to avoid death. It would be insane! (4)
But you know what, that’s what we’ve become. We’ve lost our ever loving minds. And it’s hard to get out of the pit into which we’ve dug ourselves. Once we let the fear in, it takes residence in our lives. It becomes part of us. (5)
I read comments daily that judge me for killing others because I oppose masks. They share stories of death. The thing is, I’ve seen death, up close, with my dad. A virus killed him. It was awful. But, he also taught me the importance of living my life free of fear. (6)
He also taught me to look for facts. He taught me that scared people can be crazy, but to show them love and respect. He told me not to be scared for him. He told me not to change my life to make it easier for him. He loved life, and he loved me. We need more people like dad (/7)
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When I read the comments, one question stands out: How can you get more involved? You’ve heard the phrase “All politics is local”. That’s so true. Go to school board meetings. Befriend people there. Join online groups. Educate yourself with facts. Never back down. Support others.
I lost many friends because I fought restrictions from the beginning of “the downfall”. It was almost enough to make me back down. But my kids kept asking me to fight for them. And guess what, I met new friends through my advocacy! Lifelong friends. And I still attend meetings!
Stand by the things you feel strongly about. I’ve always understood the uselessness of masks, so I don’t wear them. Anywhere. No matter the pressure. There are always exceptions, of course. Don’t get kicked out of a doc’s office, or off a plane. Different battles in the war.
Oh my gosh we did it. Got a response to an email we sent my son’s middle school principal that says kids will not be required or asked to wear a mask, nor will additional mitigation strategies be required for those who choose to unmask. My children will be mask free from now on!
Why we had to battle for this essential and simple freedom is beyond me. But, I am exhausted from it.
The win is bittersweet because I know so many other kids who have it much, much worse (see CA). I’ll take a moment today to relish the moment, but then it’s on to fight for everyone else!
WOW! This caught on camera RIGHT NOW at the PWCS board meeting. A MOTHER being forcibly removed!!! These are the jackboots in charge of educating our children! Is this the kind of syndicate you run, @PWCSChairman RT RT RT!!! #abuse#pwcs
Thread: My family knew the facts about COVID from the earliest reports in December 2019, thanks to a husband who tracks viruses like most guys track fantasy football, and has done so for 30 years. 🤓
We were never afraid. Ever.
We watched EO after EO come, each one curtailing yet another freedom. My husband was on Facebook and Twitter sharing facts to keep people calm, but folks stopped caring as if they wanted to be afraid. Then it got political.
We played by most rules, but we never masked. The facts had been clear on masks for decades. Then people started changing profile pictures and telling each other they were doing their part to stop the spread! There was never a study saying masks work miracles.
If I hear one more person tell me that my kid wearing a mask is a small price to pay… Price to pay for what? For a jacked up childhood living in a constant state emergency that by EVERY SINGLE METRIC AVAILABLE is the very least of concerns for kids? Literally.
It’s not a price to pay to protect the double-masked and triple vaxxed teachers. It’s not for the 900,000 COVID deaths, of which 98% - NINETY EIGHT PERCENT - are over 75 or have multiple existing and life-threatening co-morbidities. Last I heard, kids aren’t singing in rest homes
So what’s the small price? Not being able to go on field trips? Not being able to read facial expressions at the most critical time for brains to learn how to process them? Being told they’re disease vectors and dirty? Being used as pawns for the “greater progressive agenda”?