On Wearing A Mask
I’ve never copied a post from elsewhere on the Net, but a friend sent out this message and I think it bears repeating:
I wear a mask in public, not only for me, but also for you.
I know I might have no symptoms and still give you the virus. I don’t live in fear of the virus. I just want to be part of the solution, not the problem. I don’t feel government is controlling me; I feel I’m being a contributing adult to society and that the world doesn’t revolve around me and my comfort. That if we all could live with other people in mind, this world would be much better. Wearing a mask doesn’t make me weak, scared, or stupid. It makes me considerate. When you think about how you look or how uncomfortable it is or what others think of you, just imagine someone close to you—father, mother, grandparent, sibling, or friend—cut off from everybody and choking on a respirator.
Then ask yourself if you could have worn a mask and maybe protected that person.