“I pulled my truck off to the rest area. I noticed two girls about 7-8 years old climb in the back of a pick-up and pull out cardboard signs. I couldn’t read the writing, but they were jumping around, waving them excitingly at every truck that passed. As I began to pull out, their mom came running towards me, waving her hands for me to stop. I left with a lump in my throat.”
“The shelves of the supermarket were bare. I sat for 2 hours, without an appointment, just waiting to be seen. I didn’t even ask how much I would be paid. I was desperate. With the virus getting worse, I was hearing less and less from agencies. ‘Maybe I don’t need to do this?’ I had a great position at a great organization, but all that was gone now. I had to set aside my pride.”
“How am I supposed to diaper my child if I can’t afford 20 at a time like you can?”
“It is my problem because it could affect people I love. It is your problem because my choice could effect people you love. I didn’t want to suck it up for 14 days.”
“‘Her appointment was 11:00 a.m. Yours was 11:30 a.m.’ A heavy silence hung between us. ‘Did we sit in the same chair?’ I asked. ‘Yes,’ he said. My heart lurched. We breathed the same air. We put our hands on the same surfaces. Our heads in the same shampoo bowl. I hung up and stared at the can in my shaking right hand. I tiptoed into my husband’s office and scribbled a note on a scrap of paper: ‘We need to talk.'”
“With more than half of my household members falling into one of the higher-risk categories, it would feel irresponsible of me to not take it seriously.”
Politicians, Community Leaders and Business Leaders: What Should You Do and When?