It’s been very hard sitting still, during what’s been going on in my beloved city. Yes, I’ve come to realize how much New York means to me, weeping for her weakened state.
I still go out twice a day, walking carefully, avoiding those I can, since panic has taken on new life on the streets and avenues.
Had a couple I see daily, walking their dog, almost get hit by a truck jumping in the street to avoid being even 20 feet from me, like I was the virus, in sweats.
I cried as I walked home, for them, more than me.
My fear has been tempered, put in a proper place attributing it to prayer since, God and I have become fast friends as of late.
I remain bewildered: a feeling of being perplexed and confused, like you’ve been hit over the head; an elbow in the eye, a kick to the groin.
I watched a young Asian girl in my building, scream at the doorman for not standing with his head down behind the door as he opened it for her.
And no, Norma Rae kept silent, only because, like the couple in the street, she was not herself, driven by a force that had her by the hair.
Just then, Nature, who we can always count on, brought Jack, the German Shepherd, by to comfort and soothe.
Those big brown eyes that rival George Clooney’s looked at me and Mike as if to say, I know how ya feel, people are afraid of me all the time, just because I’m German.
Mike scratched his ears, me his butt since, there’s nothing quite like an impromptu hiney rub, remembering Nature is always our best teacher.
Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin…Matthew 6:25 -34