Where the high road ends

I’ve been told to always take the high road. Live and let live. Don’t get angry. Don’t point fingers. When they go low, we go high. This advice has served me well in most situations. But there is a point where the high road ends.

I’ve tried to be understanding to those who oppose vaccines and masking. But we had a COVID scare at our house this week. My 8-year-old granddaughter woke up one morning with a high fever. Our first reaction was to assume the worst. We called her pediatrician and scheduled her for a COVID test. As the day went on, she showed indications of a garden-variety infection and not COVID. We did the test anyway, and she turned out negative. She felt better the next day, and she’s back to her cheery, energetic self.

But as we were dealing with her illness that morning, I became filled with a boiling rage. What if she had COVID? What if she became sick because of those who refused to vaccinate and wear masks? What if she got critically ill or died because someone didn’t want to be inconvenienced or got brainwashed by misinformation?

Then I would hear about the horrible things anti-vax/anti-mask people have done. Like the anti-mask parents at a school board meeting who laughed at a studenttalking about his grandmother’s death from COVID. And they were doing it while holding signs saying, “Let our kids smile.” Or politicians who…