The shaking and chattering of my teeth stopped, for now. The beating of the drum inside my head remains, pressing into my eyes and piercing the tip of my nose. Breathing is more accessible now, that is, until I walk around thinking I am better. The coughing consumes all my energy, the room spins, and it is time to lie down. I am so sick of lying down! Seriously, we are in year four of this "pandemic" that I had avoided all this time. To be clear, I avoided illness, not controversy, not pain, not suffering, not anger, not disbelief, not political division, or the splitting of humanity. I sit at my computer, well enough to write between the coughing spells, with a different perspective. How did a single virus cause so much pain and division worldwide? How can those who never got sick be angry at those who did get sick or helped others while they were sick? I understand we want this virus to go away and that we are tired of hearing about it, but when people are suffering in general, we must remain empathetic and humble.