Hopeful for Change

Today I was at the gas station with my husband. We had our masks in my purse for when we would enter the grocery store. I also had hand sanitizer and wipes for when he finished pumping gas. I’m the furthest thing from a germophobe and I was actually impressed that I remembered not one, but two things that could allegedly protect us from falling ill. As I processed the need for these new objects that were now crucial from me to remember when I leave the house in addition to my phone, wallet and keys, I noticed something.An older white woman who was alone was clearly having car trouble. A black man ran right up to her with a smile on his face ready to help. Without hesitation, they shook each other’s hands. Normally, I wouldn’t overthink or probably even notice the interaction. But in that moment of fear and wondering what all of us had to do to or should be doing to adapt to this new world and to keep ourselves safe, I stopped myself and thought…Stop thinking about how the man is at a much greater risk of infection because of the fact that inequity is already a pre-existing health condition. Stop thinking about the fact that the older white woman was also at greater risk being someone of her age. Just breathe. Admire the acts of selflessness that surround you during this time. Remember that if there is ever going to be a turning point in this dark, twisted world, it’s right now. Maybe, just maybe, that handshake between two people who may not have otherwise ever been connected may be a sign of things to come. I don’t want to assume that this is hopeful anymore. For the first time, in a long time, I think that it’s possible.

About This Story

  • Project: COVID-19
  • Date submitted: 2020-04-20 00:00:00
  • Emotional tone: Positive
  • Who should know about this? Everyone
  • Is the story health-related? NA

About the Storyteller

  • Community: Delray
  • Age: 18-30
  • Gender: Female
  • Concerns: Being alone, Health of my friends and/or family, Health of the community, My health, Safety of my neighborhood, and Safety of those who can't care for themselves

How the Storyteller Interpreted Their Story

Note: Responses which fell closer to the middle (between two or three options) are shown as two dashes.
  • My story shows we need to: --
  • Who my story is about: --
  • Why people acted the way they did: --
  • How people were treated: People are treated how they want to be treated
  • In my story, there are: --
  • In my story: I am stressed out
  • My story shows: I am in control
  • My story teaches us that: The community is resilient
  • My story teaches us that: --
  • My story is about: Hope