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Barbara Charis's avatar

I learned not to fear germs. When I was eleven years old, I was roller skating and fell on the street. I opened my knee to the point, where you could see white cartilage, before the blood started pouring out. I crawled to the curb and sat there praying for the blood to stop. it was quite awhile, but the bleeding finally stopped. I hobbled home and went into the medicine chest. There was some adhesive tape there. i cut some and taped the wound closed. I never said a word to my parents.. The wound healed without a problem. However, I knew when it ws going to rain for years...it twinged. I learned later that the bleeding cleanses the wound...and it didn't become infected. Being a child, i never worried about it. Today, I still feel the same way...I don't worry about contagion...if you can't see a germ, why worry about it?

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How can the rift between the covidians and the covidiots be mended?

It’s like two religions in a forever war now.

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