“We are born. We
die. Somewhere in between we live. And how we live is up to us. That’s it.” ―
Steven Ramirez
This morning I
went for a walk around our neighbourhood. It was 7:45 am, Saturday, one day
after the Autumnal Equinox. The sky was leaden grey and the temperature cool
enough to necessitate a jacket over my sweatshirt. My ramble in the
neighbourhood was because the gym I usually work out in was closed temporarily
as a measure against the spread of COVID-19. I think that there are few places
on earth at the moment where people are not aware of the novel Coronavirus and
the havoc it is wreaking worldwide. Currently in Australia, we have over 900
confirmed cases, with seven deaths from COVID-19. More than 115,000 tests have
been conducted across Australia. It is a health emergency, but it has more
sinister aspects in the way that it is affecting our society and our interactions
with other people.
The early
morning streets were quiet – almost eerily so, even for a Saturday. Few cars
drove by and even less pedestrians were to be seen out and about. I walked
briskly, enjoying the deep breaths of cool air and the effects of the exercise.
I could sense my face warming up and the tingle of increased blood flow through
my stretching muscles. As my heart rate increased and a slight sweat began to
make me appreciate the comfortable warmth I was feeling all over, my thoughts
turned to the pandemic and what it meant to me, my family, my friends, my
community, my country, the world.
The immediate
thought that entered my head was that of a slightly similar crisis that the
world lived through in 2003, and most people forgot about a few months
afterwards. The Severe Acute Respiratory Syndrome (SARS), which was a viral
respiratory illness caused by a coronavirus, called SARS-associated coronavirus
(SARS-CoV), was first reported in Asia in February 2003. Over the next few
months, the illness spread to more than two dozen countries in North America,
South America, Europe, and Asia before the SARS global outbreak of 2003 was
contained. According to the World Health Organization (WHO), a total of 8,098
people worldwide became sick with SARS during the 2003 outbreak. Of these, 774
died. In the United States, only eight people had laboratory evidence of
SARS-CoV infection. All of these people had travelled to other parts of the
world where SARS was spreading. In Australia 138 people were investigated for
SARS: 111 as suspect and 27 as probable infections. Five probable cases were
reported to WHO after review of other possible diagnoses. SARS blew over, with
minimal worldwide effects, and hardly worth remembering unless one’s near and dear
had been affected.
Here we are
today, 17 years later with yet another Coronavirus emerging and causing a new,
more virulent form of disease than SARS, more contagious and with more sinister
consequences. The reason in fact for my now usual, brisk early morning walk
replacing my gym workout. Hardly worth mentioning or even thinking about if
that were the extent of behaviour modification that each of us has to adopt.
Seeing in the news how people are behaving in routine encounters, while
working, shopping, socially interacting has caused me considerable dismay and
in a few cases frank disgust. An interaction with someone during my morning
walk drove home some of these points.
As I walked down
a footpath of a typical, quiet suburban street I saw ahead of me an elderly
man. He was about 70-100 metres down the street and walking slowly, haltingly.
I smiled and thought that here was another man exercising in the morning,
enjoying the serenity of the place. As I neared him, quite suddenly, he dragged
his feet, slipped, tripped and fell face-down on the concrete, uttering a cry
of surprise and pain. He lay there motionless and I ran to assist him.
He was a tall,
rather gangly man of about 75 years, in fairly good shape, balding, with a
lined, sunburnt face that was deformed by a grimace of pain. He was doubled up,
his hand clutching his left knee. I crouched down beside him and asked if he
was OK.
“Thanks for
stopping and asking…” He said rather breathlessly. “I’m OK, just feeling
embarrassed and rather crestfallen!”
“Of course, I’d
stop and help if I can.” I replied. “Are you in pain? Does it feel as though
you’ve broken anything?”
“No, no, I’m
sure it’s just a bruised knee. It’s arthritic and falling on it doesn’t help.”
“Would you like
me to call an ambulance, just to make sure all is OK at the hospital?”
“No, I’m OK.
I’ll just hobble home and lie down with a cuppa.”
“Do you live
far?”
“A block down
the road. I’ll be fine.” He winced as he tried to get up.
“Here let me
help you sit up and see how you feel, see if you can walk.”
He turned and
looked at me and smiled for the first time.
“You know, many people
would just cross the street and walk on by quickly. I’m surprised you’re here
helping me.”
“I’m sure most
people would help you if they saw you topple like that.”
“Aren’t you
afraid of catching the virus?”
“The chances of
me catching the virus and something horrible happening to me afterwards if I
help you are minimal – no more than other everyday encounters. Letting you lie
down on the footpath, ignoring your predicament would cause me greater harm. My
conscience would trouble me and that would be quite a distressing thing…” I
said, giving him my hand and helping him up.
“Conscience!” He
said and chuckled. “A rare commodity nowadays. I’m Joe, what’s your name?”
“Nick; pleased
to meet you, Joe.”
We walked slowly
on the footpath, his injury causing him to limp and occasionally grunt. I supported
him with my arm and steadied him as best as I could. We soon reached his house
and he smiled again as I opened the garden gate to get him into the yard.
“Thank you,
Nick, you’re a gentleman and I appreciate your act of kindness. Would you like
a cuppa?”
“Don’t mention
it, Joe. I’d love a cuppa, but I’m expected home and I’m running late as I have
walked further than I planned. Perhaps another time?”
“Any time, mate,
just knock on the door and most days I’m home. I’m a pensioner and especially
these days I don’t venture far. Thanks again, a pleasure to meet you even under
these circumstances.”
Yes, we are living
through a pandemic. Yes, we are at risk of catching a horrible virus that can
make us very ill, perhaps even cause us to die. Yes, we are meant to practice “social
distancing” and avoid contact with other people. All of this does not mean we
are also meant to lose our humanity, dispense with our conscience, ignore the plight
of our fellow man. Compassion, sympathy, mutual support, community spirit,
helpfulness and assistance towards those who need it most, especially these
days, are something we all should be striving to find more of within our being and
give liberally to others. Do not deny strangers your kindness, you may rely on
the kindness of strangers yourself, perhaps much sooner than you think.
This post is part of the Mosaic Monday meme,
and also part of the Ruby Tuesday meme,
and also part of the Seasons meme.
