Holy shit, this still works. Well, thanks to Greg for keeping the lights on. Now where to begin?
Alright. So I owe all of you an update. As it happens, I have many stories to tell.
In mid-2019, my wife went through a bunch of surgeries to address some benign tumors in her liver and elsewhere. I’m happy to report that she recovered and is now just fine. In the interim, I simply lost interest in politics or any urge to discuss politics. Two years later, it hasn’t returned.
/shrug sue me
Anyway, as time went on my job became shittier and shittier. I couldn’t escape the truth that I was locked into a dead-end career. Then near the end of 2019, something happened. My granny got sick and approached death. When I went to visit her for what we both knew was the last time, she told me: “Be a good father and good husband”.
Those were life changing words. You see, I knew I was unhappy at what I was doing. I was being completely shit on and it was affecting every aspect of my life. As my wife and I drove away from that final visit with my granny, I remarked that I would quit my job right then and there if I could.
“Why don’t you?” asked my wife.
“Can we afford it?” I asked.
“I don’t know, we’ll find a way. But it’s worth it if it will change things.”
As soon as I got home, I sent my two weeks notice to my boss. He graciously agreed to let me use up my vacation time and finalize my last day of work to the beginning of 2020. I had nothing lined up. I only knew I had to get out. From there, I got a number of promising job leads. I mean, all of them were for more dead-end corporate jobs, but at least it was something. I had interviews with managers at three different employers and it looked like I’d land a new position with no trouble.
Then something happened. A small event that some of you may remember. You know, COVID-19. Remember that?
Well, when that hit, every employer suddenly stopped taking applicants. Human resources departments no longer wanted to meet with humans. I was left to languish in unemployment.
Until one day. One of the employer’s HR recruiters contacted me and said that they had a technical advisor position open. It required traveling between different area hospitals and training personnel on their system’s software. I laughed and then I cried.
Here it was, in the middle of a deadly pandemic, and I was being asked to travel between hospitals. Putting myself at risk just to show nurses how to use an application. I said to my wife, “If I have to do this, I’d rather be doing something useful. Something that actually helps people.” It was then that something changed.
I decided to enter the medical field and become a paramedic. You see, I could observe the fear and despair that was taking over our world. And I decided then and there to fight it. I wanted my kids to remember that when the whole world was threatened, I chose to stand up and fight back. I wanted to kick COVID-19’s ass. This was around March 2020.
From there, I went back to school. I passed EMT school and completed the examinations to get licensed. After that, I started working as an EMT in a state prison where my job required that I check COVID-19 positive inmates every night. Here I was, months after I chose to battle darkness, pain, and hopelessness that I found myself in the midst of people who were largely forgotten and isolated. I did the best I could.
About five months later, I got hired on by a contractor with FEMA to administer COVID-19 vaccines. I spent 6 weeks from the end of March until mid-May deployed and away from home and doing this. I’m not going to lie. It was enormously satisfying to give those shots, knowing that every dose I gave was turning the patient into a COVID-19 murder factory. You see, I hate that disease with a personal fury and I really want it to die.
Now here I am. It’s mid-2021 and I’m working as an EMT. The hours are terrible and I love what I do. The good news is that I made so much from my COVID-19 bonus at the prison job and from my deployment that my family is financially stable and quite prosperous.
The reason I’m telling you all of this is to say that I haven’t ever forgotten you, my friends. I’ve been busy dealing with something that has affected us all. No matter how rough everything looks in our world, I want you to know that there are people fighting back against the fear. pain, and despair. We aren’t ever going to stop.
However feckless and stupid our officials are, there are people who are determined to let you and your families live normal lives, for no other reason than that you have the right to do so. I’ve met so many of these amazing people and they are far more powerful than anything that threatens you. I am proud to be among them. Please know that whatever happens, whatever you hear about in the news; there are good people fighting on the behalf of their communities.
So yeah, I haven’t been posting on this blog. I’ve been doing some shit. No matter how bad it gets, I will be proud of what I have done and I want you to be proud of yourself as well. These are really hard times and every day that you carry on is a victory. Believe me, I have seen hopelessness and whatever you think you are up against is very defeatable. Resist it. We got this.
For old time’s sake, let’s have some music. Nothing that has happened in the last two years can take away from us what we love and makes us feel alive.
I am a force for good, in what small way I can be. I protect life. I’m never going to stop. Don’t you ever quit either. You too are living for others, just the same.
Forth, and fear no darkness.
Silvera by Gojira
Blinding Lights by The Weekend
Kingslayer by Bring Me the Horizon
Layers of Time by Lacuna Coil
On My Side by Demon Hunter
Pull Me Under by Dream Theater