So when I wake up and despair is filling my thoughts and eating at my soul, I adjust my focus. First I begin to count my blessing for which there are many. Then I gaze out the windows of my home and regardless if it is cloudy and rainy (snow??) or sunny and clear, I declare it a beautiful day. This is my way of moving into an attitude of gratitude...and the despair fades away.
As a gay man I've already gone through one great plague...the AIDS epidemic of the 1980s...and at times attended three funerals a week. Funerals for good young men that were dear friends. At the time, it seemed as if that plague would never end.
So, with that experience in mind, I realize that someday we will get past this moment in time...and that we will be looking back...those of us that make it. History will harshly judge Olde Pucker Lips and his republican party that allowed this to happen to the American people.
And we too will look at our behavior during this time. Did we act with knowledge, faith, bravery and with good hearts? Or did we act out of ignorance, fear and hate?
The choice is ours.