Touched by an Angel

As we enter into the “Month of Miracles”, it’s often disheartening to look around and see everything that went wrong with our year and our lives.  We have the media and politicians and every company, store, restaurant and public facility bombarding us with their doom and gloom and stern warnings not to interact with each other—the most basic necessity of living, breathing human beings.

We all need to be held, to be touched, to be loved by each other.  Depression and suicides are on the rise from the lack of it.  It’s as necessary as breathing (without a mask!).

So what are we to do during this time of the Great Pandemic?

I don’t believe that work-from-home and emails and text messages and Skype and cardboard cutouts mailed to grandchildren (yes, that’s a real thing) are the answer.  It is a scientific, physiological and psychological fact that we need to physically be around other human beings.  Doctors agree that newborn infants thrive better with physical human touch.  Nursing Home administrators note that their resident-patients are happiest after they have spent time with their immediate loved ones.

One thing is certain—no man or woman is an island, and you must be around others in order to survive much more than just the COVID virus.  How large or small that community is to you will be your decision.

So this season, be the miracle, be someone’s angel in disguise and make sure to visit and connect with them.  Enjoy each other on a very basic level, even if it’s just a few minutes at a time.  The entire world has all worn masks and “social distanced” for almost a year, and it hasn’t helped.  How much longer will we continue before we finally say “Enough!”?  That we need to figure out how to fully live our lives instead of replacing one tiny BandAide after enough to staunch the steady flow of blood seeping the life out of living.

Yesterday, I spent an entire day with my granddaughter decorating the house and tree.  Next weekend I plan to spend another entire day with my other granddaughter to celebrate her sixteenth birthday (since she won’t have a Sweet Sixteen party).  We need to conquer our fears, and we need to connect with our loved ones and each other on a very real and personal basis.

Stop waiting for some miracle cure to conquer this microscopic germ that has shamelessly controlled our lives for almost a year.  It’s time to become the hero of your own story.  It’s time to stop worrying about “surviving” and get down to the business of “living”.  It’s time to get creative and bold and brave and be the miracle in someone else’s life.  Right now.

So don’t wait.  Start today.  Be a warrior angel and use love as the miracle serum we all need.

You alone are the ultimate cure.