The weather was nice last weekend in Sacramento. It was my third week in captivity and I was itching to rent a car and venture beyond my four walls. An expired Driver License has delayed my adventure for a week.
The world is closed, without the daily distractions my personal relationships are front and center. Because of the Corona Virus, I find myself calling everyone in my phone book, some people I haven’t spoken to in years for a wellness check.
Friday evening, I learned two friends in New York City are recovering from the Corona Virus. One is at home and the other is recuperating in a hospital in the city. On Sunday, I learned a friend in Washington is in the hospital with the virus and this morning I another friend who was taken to the hospital last night in Georgia.
In the last 72 hours the Corona Virus became personal, its no longer a number on the upper right corner on CNN. Its a friend I went to school with, a friend who took my mother to the hospital when I was out of town. A friend, who helps me find my center when my life was out of control and a friend I’ve known forever in New York.
Nearly 800,000 Americans have contracted the Corona Virus since January.
Four of my friends are included in this number….