Subtitle: My personal chronicle
Mid-February 2021. My first encounter with the virus. Right after I had received the first of two vaccine doses. My symptoms were mild. My self-quarantine and social isolation, 10 days.
Since then, I’ve had a second vaccine dose and two boosters, and I’ve adhered to the protocols for sanitation and safety.
Still, I didn’t assume that I couldn’t be infected again. I did think that any subsequent infection would prove less severe.
For the past two weeks, the coronavirus and I have been reacquainted. My symptoms, harsher than the first go-round. (And I’ve been reminded that “positive” isn’t a favorable testing outcome.)
Nevertheless, with reasonable expectation that I again will be well, my mind and heart and my prayers have been occupied with others.
In a recent sermon, I said, “I never compare my experience with yours. Especially when your circumstances appear worse than mine. For when I do that, I tend to dismiss my concerns as unimportant. Therefore, I ignore that inner, whispering voice of conscience that reminds me of who I am and what matters to me.”
On second thought (or, as I oft say, if I didn’t rethink what I thought, I wouldn’t do much thinking at all), for these past two weeks, I’ve contemplated little else than others, whether known or strangers to me, whose life’s situations are more difficult than mine. Thus, I have cared and prayed more for them; their relief from worry, their release from woe.
When I am well, may I not forget what it is to be who I am meant to be: always, a person for others.
© 2022 PRA
 From the sermon, The Sound of Silence, June 19, 2022