This morning I had to go to the doctor's office for some lab work ahead of my annual wellness visit. As I got ready to leave the house I made sure I had one of my face masks with me. (I have been blessed with more than one of them by our very competent Parish Nurse, Linda Convertine.) Whenever I go to the grocery store, or other public place, I make sure I have one with me, and that I wear it.
I was pleased when I arrived at the doctor's office to see signs and measured markers on the floor asking that all maintain appropriate social distance. I was also glad to see readily available hand sanitizer, and that staff members had face masks. The three other patients who were there when I arrived were wearing face masks and keeping their distance. But then a gentleman arrived who did not have a mask, and I must say I tensed up a bit. I didn't say anything to him. I didn't publicly shame him, much less arm wrestle with him, but I was uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable. Which brings me to why I wear a face mask myself.
All that I have read indicates that wearing a face mask is really more about the other guy than it is about me. While a cloth mask like the ones I wear will block a small percentage of the droplets that carry the virus from entering into my system, they will prevent a larger percentage of the same from being expelled into the air. In both cases it is a relatively small amount, but it will reduce the risk a bit for my neighbor if not so much for me. Further, it serves as a very visible reminder to practice social distancing and good hand washing. It says I'm taking all this seriously.
Do I like wearing the mask? No, I feel like a bank robber! But I do care about my neighbors. I do care about my community. And wearing a mask is one way to tangibly demonstrate that care, for as a Christian that is what I am called to do. Love my neighbor as I love myself. And with that in mind, I make the assumption that just as much as I want the world to be as safe as possible (understanding that it is never perfectly safe) so too does my neighbor.
Yes, John! It's not always about me.
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