Hope at last? Is there light at the end of the tunnel?
After 16 months it seems that common sense is beginning to prevail and two provincial premiers in Canada are taking the leadership role back from the unelected medical bureaucrats who have been misdirecting policy for 16 months. In a few days, Alberta and New Brunswick will be rejoining the real world and lifting all coronavirus-related restrictions.
That’s after a week in which the CDC announced that the whole basis for the “pandemic” the PCR test, was unsuited to the purpose of confirming infection with a particular virus. – A fact that was known to the designer of the test himself and a large number of medical experts for months.
Let’s hope that Ontario soon follows this return to normality and we can get back to living without restrictions, our businesses can survive and children can get a real education again. On 29 July 2021, according to official statistics, there were 231 seriously or critically ill patients in the whole of Canada’s 38 million population – hardly a “pandemic” yet Ontarians are still being held hostage.
We must also hope that the media-inspired witch hunt to expose the unvaccinated does not lead to more segregation and discrimination. Sadly divisions in society that I wrote about in my previous post seem to be increasing.
Second Printing Of My Book.
Since the first printing sold out, I have had many requests for my book “5 Steps To Thriving On Adversity”. Sadly, the original printer has gone out of business. On the recommendation of Anthony Michalski of Kallisti Publishing, I have found a printer in Wisconsin and started the process of getting more copies printed. I hope to have the book available for sale again by the end of August 2021.
Hope For My Last Chapter
As a baby boomer, I am eternally grateful that despite a long and sometimes dangerous life, with a good share of adversity, I am approaching my 71st birthday in comparatively good health. I walk 6 mornings a week doing 4.2km (2.5 miles) in a shade under 40 minutes. And I do many hours of physical work cutting wood and property maintenance at weekends. Because I don’t seem to be able to let my farming roots go completely, for a few months, I have been milking 75 cows three times a week. Hard and dirty work, but it’s a great change from spending all day on a computer.
However, no matter that I don’t feel “old” there are just too many reminders that I am writing the last chapter of my life. I hope that it will be a long one, that it will take many years to write. But of course, there is no guarantee that will be the case.
All too often, our farmer’s association in ZImbabwe sends emails with obituaries of people I knew or knew of. Many of those are for people younger than me. People I met who did not seem “old” to me when I first came to Canada 18 years ago are now definitely old or no longer here. Children of neighbours who were in school are now parents.
I don’t find this aging thing particularly morbid or depressing, but I am reminded that no matter how long I might expect to live, there is a lot I still want to do and the time to do it is diminishing. So I am determined to enjoy the story I write for my last chapter.
What about you? How are you looking at the rest of your life? Leave a comment.
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