It's so damn frustrating to me, with peoples' attitudes toward lockdowns and preventative measures. I think of my dad, who lived through the Great Depression and World War II. Heck, he managed to go to college at the end of the Depression, working at a spaghetti company to help pay his way while taking classes. Then having to interrupt his studies to go fight in WWII. When I think of all he had to go through... and I'm being asked to wear a mask, give people their space, and stay in my home. If that's the worst I have to suffer, geez, I'll take it.
To paraphrase something Robert Fulghum once wrote, people need to realize whether something is a lump in their throat, a lump in their potatoes, or a lump in their breast.