It all started in December 2019 in Wuhan, a city in Eastern China with a population of over 11 million. The Chinese government responded to the initial outbreak by placing Wuhan and nearby cities under a quarantine, containing roughly 50 million people in Hubei province.
I remember asking myself at the time if it was going to be like SARS in 2002, and even though I felt for them, I have to admit that it seemed far away. I couldn’t have imagined then, that this virus, which I thought was limited to China, would become a global pandemic infecting more than 2 million people all over the world.
However, I missed something very important in our century… globalization. And so, in no time, it caught up with us; I mean, we’re only talking about around 6,000 km or so (more or less 4,000 miles).
Little by little, as the virus outbreak spread, the population has been put in quarantine by asking us to stay home, to the point of going under a global lockdown as the virus spreads unmercifully among the planet.
Did we react soon enough? Did we take this virus seriously enough in December last year? What the death toll have we had to pay in the virus count? Could the governments have taken the unprecedented step of extending a lockdown to the entire country, shutting schools, restaurants, bars, hotels, cafes, movie theaters, theaters, gyms, shops, discos and pubs; banning funerals and weddings, sooner? We don’t know the answers to that, and it would be totally unfair to the great majority who have done their best.
Little did we know then, it was going to be so aggressive. Some might have thought at the time that the epidemiologists were right about the risks of the coronavirus; others might not. Others might have thought that the news media were exaggerating; others may probably not. It doesn’t matter anymore!
What matters now is, what can we do about it? Are we doing enough? If not, let’s help more. I’m not a worrier, but a problem solver; a trouble shooter, as my dear uncle used to say: “worrying leads nowhere, sweetie”; which reminds me of a saying: “worrying is like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do, but doesn’t get you anywhere.” (Anonymous).