The vaccines took away the sickness and to the divinely inspired scientists we will forever have gratitude in our hearts.
From the sickness came our chance to rise above, to conquer it with love, wisdom and science.
The sickness in others is ever a chance for us to grow our hearts and souls, to reach out with real empathy, hurting because they are.
In a world of endemic sickness, where cruelty is the cause and love the antidote, the patients declare themselves doctors and seal the fate of the world.
Lara didn't even know she was angry until Tom did it again. The used tissue arced from his hand as if in slow motion, coming to rest on her new cream couch. The bark of her voice even surprised her. “Get your filthy snot rags of the couch!” He looked at her through wide red-rimmed eyes, his mouth slightly open and a glisten of snot above his cracked lips. She knew she should reign it in, apologize before she made it worse, but she just didn't have it in her to stop. Her words crashed out unchecked, unaltered. “It's just lazy, OK? Lazy, disgusting and vile. Get your damn bogey rags off my couch!” Her second voice was urging her to stop, but this was an explosion in progress, no reverse gear, no dampeners. Lara's every word was clipped, punching into the air. She jabbed the air with a pointed finger at each utterance, her eyes narrowed and set hard...“Tom, you are a mess. What the hell are you doing here? Wrecking my place? Giving me your germs? Out! Go home!” Tom stood, swaying ...
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