Remember January, Australia?
Remember those terrifying days of fires that wouldn’t be extinguished, of misplaced people, of homes lost, lives lost, choking thick air lowered over everywhere and everyone?
Remember what happened? The mass emptying of wallets. The food drives. Volunteers working until they fell. Donation trucks on the highways. Kids knitting tiny gloves for koalas.
Remember that great exhale of “This is who we are”? We are kind. We are generous. We help a mate. This is us.
Well, we’re scared again, now. Terrified of something just as rampant, just as deadly as a mega fire, but insidious, invisible.
Yet those days of “us” not “me” feel far away.
Is there anything less neighbourly than hoarding toilet paper and disinfectant, so you have lots of it, but next-door have none?
Is there anything that says, “Screw you, I’m alright,” more loudly than stealing…