I wanted to write about what it’s like to live in New York City–the epicenter of the pandemic.
1 in 5 New York City residents have been infected.
15,500 people here have died from the coronavirus.
58,000 people in the U.S. have died from the coronavirus.
1 million Americans in the U.S. have been infected.
The novel coronavirus appeared in the U.S. as early as late December 2019.
As a person who works with 100s of members of the public everyday I was at a greater risk for far longer than I should’ve been.
New York libraries shut down on March 16. It was revealed that the coronavirus appeared in New York State as early as mid-February.
I was put at risk far longer than I should’ve been. I don’t take this lightly.
Going outdoors I wear a black bandanna. I have a host of 10 red bandannas that I will alternate with the black bandannas.
You have to wash the bandannas frequently after using them.
I find myself gasping for air under the bandanna when I’m walking outside.
Screwed-up are the people who go outside and don’t wear a bandanna.
They’re putting other people at risk of getting infected.
Living through this tragedy in the form of disease I’ve come to a turning point in how I want to move forward writing blog entries here.
The pandemic has changed how I see things.
I’ve become more committed to championing mental and physical health for everyone living on earth.
