In the USA today, it is Thanksgiving. A holiday of appreciation, originally offered without bounds of race, creed, or divisiveness. But some will not think of it in that way, as they may feel unappreciated. This message is intended for one particular subset of them...
On the front lines they sit, Tired, spent, weary, seemingly spiritless. They draw the breathe we take for granted - only with great effort, staring endlessly at the ground. Shoulders lowered. Head low. Arms on knees, hands limp, muscles and joints aching. Spent. Around them the fog of fatigue sits, not unlike a smoke ring of apathy and exhaustion.
Doctors, nurses, firefighters, first responders, EMTs, trained medical and ambulance personnel; These are the ones we hope hear this message.
We care about you. We want you to understand we care. We love you. We wear a mask for you (& them). We stayed at home for you (& them). We are “zooming” with family rather than traveling to be with them in person. We care that much about you, and them, that we stayed home. We put your safety above family when & where we could. Some isolated & alone, others only with the closest of families, self isolating or quarantined. You’ve probably seen many of us, previously, next to an ill family member, or hearing the words from a physician about a family member we didn’t want to hear. But in truth:
We get it.
And we give our thanks to you this day & night for what you have had to endure, day after day. We want it to get better too, and it will. And we definitely want you to be able to laugh, hug, and smile again. Because we know your spirit will rise once again some day when this nightmare is over. It may not be much, but we hope you hear our solemn prayer this Thanksgiving night: