Showing posts with label COVID19. Show all posts
Showing posts with label COVID19. Show all posts

Friday, 11 March 2022

March 11

How do we measure our lives?


Lives, measured in numbers.

Your bank balance

Your height and weight

The price at the pump

Your phone number

The amount on your paycheque

The number on your tax bill

Your social insurance number

Your pension

And a number 

A number you track as it goes up and up and up 

Until it's too big and you stop paying attention

Because it is so much easier just to pretend 


Lives, made up of people. 

People you know and love

People you have met

"Friends" on Facebook

"Followers" on Twitter

People who "like" your Instagram photos

People who hire you and fire you

People you work with and people you work for

People who lead and people who follow

People who are there when you need them even if you don't know who they are

People you will never meet

Millions upon millions of people

People you chose to help

And those you turned your back on


Lives, made up of time.

Seconds and minutes and hours and days and weeks and months and years

Moments of clarity

Minutes of indescribable joy 

Hours of contentment

Hours of despair

The day you met the love of your life

The day you met your dog for the first time

The day your child was born

The day your dad died 

The day your town burned to the ground

The day a pandemic was declared

Months of waiting

Waiting for summer

Waiting for Christmas 

Waiting to meet the "one"

Waiting to buy a house

Waiting to sell a house

Waiting to start your career and then waiting for it to end

Waiting for it all to go back to normal. 

Whatever "normal" means.

And years.

So many years

Years of childhood

Years of raising children

Years of figuring it out and you never really do

Years when you did your part,

Day after day, hour after hour, minute after minute

And then

A second

A second when you made a choice

The second you decided not to care.







Thursday, 13 May 2021

Where is your empathy?

A bunch of people at my former workplace were let go. One teacher with 14 years teaching at the same school survived the cuts. Another with 12 years experience was let go. The one who kept her job said she was wracked with "survivor guilt".

After wildfires destroyed much of Slave Lake ten years ago, a friend who had lost her home was visiting her sister who had not. As my friend walked up to the house, her sister leaped up from her gardening and dropped her trowel behind her. "What are you doing?" my friend asked. 

"Nothing," said the sister. 

"You are gardening," the friend said. "Why are you trying to pretend you are not?"

"I am just so guilty that I still have a garden and you don't. I don't want to rub it in. I don't want you to feel bad."

Survivor guilt is the term we use when we survive a tragedy and others don't. You lived but others died. You weren't hurt but others were. Your house didn't burn down, but others did. You kept your job and others lost theirs. It can be almost overwhelming. You want to be happy for yourself but at the same time you feel sad for others. But is guilt really the right word?  Don't you feel guilt when you do something wrong- when you are responsible for the bad thing that happened to someone else? Maybe, but it's not guilt when it's not your fault. My colleague was not responsible for her friend losing her job. The gardening woman was not to blame for her sister's loss.  But 'survivors' feel terrible for those who aren't as lucky as they are. They know it could just as easily have been them. In their minds, they have already experienced the loss of job, income, health, possessions, home or whatever, if only in their imagination.  Because they have been so close to the loss themselves, they know the feelings others are experiencing. Their elation at surviving the tragedy while others suffer feels like guilt.

But it's not really guilt they are feeling. They are feeling empathy. Empathy doesn't mean feeling sad for others. That is sympathy. Empathy is something else. Empathy is the ability to understand - to really know- people's feelings even if you are not experiencing them yourself.  Empathy requires compassion and imagination. And in our culture, empathy is often thought of as weakness. Guilt however, is not.

Years ago, I took a bible study course with some ladies from church on spiritual gifts such as faith, prophecy, teaching, healing and so on. My friend Susan and I were both said to have the gift of empathy. "Great," said Susan in her classically cryptic fashion. "Why do I always get the crappy ones?"

Why is empathy considered a "crappy" gift?  Critics of empathy see it as weakness. They believe empathetic people "won't make the hard choices". Empathetic people are "easily taken advantage of". However, that is often patently false. Empathetic people may understand the impact of their decision but that doesn't mean they don't know it has to be made. 

And empathy is hard to monetize. You can't sell empathy. You can't get rich by empathizing with others. Nursing, Child care, teaching and social work -often considered "woman's work" -require empathy to do well. Perhaps empathy is considered a feminine quality and thus has been traditionally undervalued.  

But where would we be without empathy? Our world would be a hard place indeed without people or governments that are able to put themselves in someone else's shoes and by so doing, go on to demonstrate compassion. Because empathy isn't just a feeling. It's also action driven by those emotions. Action that can include short term help for the suffering but also a more far reaching quest for justice. Not only in times of tragedy but also when things are going well. Rather than being a weakness, isn't empathy is a strength?  You have to be strong to repeatedly endure powerful emotions and come up with ways to help.

Empathy keeps you awake at night. Empathy hurts. It hurts to feel other people's' pain. It hurts not to be able to take it away. As one friend said, it can also be paralyzing. Sometimes it feels like more of a curse than a blessing.

So when I hear these "tough guys" refusing to wear masks or stay home or take simple measures to protect others during the pandemic, I don't see strength. I see people who refuse to draw upon their own life experiences to remind them of what suffering is. I see people too cowardly to try to think about what it is like to watch a loved one suffer.  I see people too afraid to admit to the reality of a disease that could easily strike them down. And instead of facing their fears, they deny deny deny, pretending "covid isn't real" or "the economy takes precedence over public health" or "you can't take away my rights..." That's not strength. That's selfishness. That's weakness.

Lack of empathy is confusing. I don't know how it is that some people don't have empathy. Was it how they were raised? Weren't they taught to try to understand what it would be like to be someone else? How is it possible not to care about other people? 

Whatever the reason, I'm sick of it. I've had enough of the covid deniers and anti-maskers.  I don't understand where they are coming from, as much as I try. I have no experience to draw upon to help me empathize with their lack of compassion. 

Image from @BLCKSMTHdesign on Twitter

Monday, 3 May 2021

Be Still and Listen



The philosopher Pascal once said, "All of humanity's problems stem from man's inability to sit quietly in a room alone."

Pascal was writing from 16th century France. I doubt he was thinking about a pandemic when he wrote those words. But since the advent of COVID-19, his words resonate. 

Awhile ago my husband and I watched the Superbowl, alone in our basement. A far cry from every other year where we have joined a small group of friends to feast and laugh and sometimes watch football. Before the game started, U.S. President Joe Biden called for a moment of silence in memory of the over 440,000 Americans who lost their lives due to covid-a number that stands at 576,000 today.  Here in Canada, our numbers have been better but with over 24,000 deaths at the end of April and rising every day, we have nothing to brag about.

It's no secret that the virus is spread through social contact and governments around the world have instituted restrictions to control its escalation. 
Yet it continues to spread. In my own little valley our numbers were pretty good for weeks and weeks. And then our 2 cases a week became 14 and then 24 and then 46. My son lives alone in Calgary. Last week parts of the city had 753 active cases per 100,000. How is this happening?

We are social beings. It goes against our nature to be alone. Being alone is hard.

A  2014 study found that people would rather give themselves electroshocks than be alone with nothing but their thoughts for 6 minutes. Perhaps it is that inability to be alone with their thoughts that drives people to events such as the "No More Lockdown" Rodeo Rally recently held in Central Alberta. 
In today's world, some people will risk giving themselves and others a potentially fatal disease rather than spend time alone.

You might say Pascal's words are truer today than at any time in history, but how alone are we, really?

Today we can still connect with others via technology. We met our Superbowl friends for a little bit of the game. We couldn't share food, but we had a few laughs and there was even a little football talk. Every Sunday, we play D&D on Zoom with our kids who live far away. My husband meets monthly with old friends. I have reconnected with a group of university friends on What's App. Not a day goes by that we don't converse about topics ranging from how to get gummy stickers off glass to religion. My friend Heather started an online cooking class. Another friend started a Facebook group called the Covid Collective Isolation Fun Time Group. In some ways, I feel more connected today than pre-pandemic.

That being said, the pandemic has forced us to be by ourselves for hours at at time. Being by yourself gives you time to consider your life. 

Is it what you want it to be? 

When you can't rush around socializing and doing this and that, what do you DO? 

That empty space may encourage us to re-evaluate our priorities.

Perhaps that re-evaluating accounts for much of what I see around me. I see people making major changes in their lives, as my husband and I have done. I see people changing jobs. I see people slowing down. I see parents-especially fathers-doing more things outside with their kids. I see people moving to communities that represent more of what they value in their day to day lives. I see huge numbers of people exercising, camping, boating and visiting our Canadian parks. My daughter figures it would be easier to get crack than a puppy. I see people taking up new hobbies, cooking better, reading more. 

A grade eight teacher asked her students to describe the impact of the pandemic. Many wrote about the positives of being unscheduled which allowed them to discover their creativity. They experienced a kind of power in learning how to be alone. For many of us, time and solitude has allowed us to prioritize what matters and live with intention instead of just riding out the storm. 

The pandemic has changed the world. But like all personal tragedies, it forces us to think and act differently. Perhaps the thought of our own possible impending doom "concentrates the mind wonderfully", as Samuel Johnson once said.