By Clayton Hoyle
It’s hard to think that there could be any good in what our world and communities have been so unexpectedly faced with in the past six months. Even though our lives have been changed, turned upside down, and inside out there just might be a little hope and a little bit of light at the end of our trying situations.
College students had been planning their Annual Spring Break endeavors for weeks. Little did they know on that Thursday in March, more than just their plans for break would be changed. The talk of COVID 19 had been fluttering around but the situation that was about to unfold didn’t hit until that Thursday when the town had gone crazy. Store shelves were empty, people were fighting over canned food, disinfectants, and of course toiletries. People were even fighting over parking spaces. With the busy drive home through the traffic, that day the thought finally sunk in … “We’re screwed!”
After three months of sitting home with nothing to do, the phone rang with the best phone call ever! With only 50 dollars left in the bank account, the wonderful words buzzed through the phone…”Are you ready to come back?”. Those first couple of weeks back to work were brutal. Having to hound customers to wear masks, process, and resolve Pre-COVID situations. As well as the awful attitudes of those around, brewed from the fear and uncertainty of what was coming next.
The first light of hope that beamed in this dark and brokenness since that Thursday in March stood in front of the checkout. A short gray-haired woman with a big sign reading “Free Masks” with red lettering and white backing weighing her down. With only one disposable mask at the time that had been used for about two weeks, it was wearing out. The women noticed and pulled out a big plastic box with a blue lid and said “take as many of the individually bagged reusable masks as wanted”. After choosing three of them that tailored and fit well, the lady was checked out and thanked for the masks. She went on her way but something about her left a sense of hope for the future. She was the first person that took the opportunity to not think about her own worries but about others, she took the talent she had of sewing to help not herself but for others in her community.
After this newly found perspective, the notice of many others helping the people around them through donations of food and many other essentials was brought to light. Could it be that the virus has made us step out of ourself view and look at our friends, family, neighbors, and the world from another perspective? Could that hope and light at the end be a less self-centered and separated but more unified community?