Skip to main content

Why I Wear a Mask

    Throughout America right now, places are starting to ease back into normal life post-pandemic. However, since the pandemic hasn't been completely eradicated, the CDC recommends wearing masks out in public, and in some places, masks are required. Many people are resisting wearing masks, which has led to a few violent confrontations in places where they are required. While I can understand why people feel like wearing a mask is a control issue, especially when it's not optional, I don't see it this way. Even though I live in a place where masks aren't required, I still choose to wear one for a few reasons.

    The main reason I choose to wear a mask out in public is because if I were exposed to the virus, I probably would be an asymptomatic carrier. I am a healthy young woman with a strong immune system. Even if I ended up getting symptoms, they probably would not be severe, so I could easily misinterpret them. I have seasonal allergies, which can cause coughing, sneezing, watery eyes, and a sore throat. Following a car accident almost eight years ago, I get at least one headache a week. In addition, as a woman, my monthly visit from Aunt Flo can be accompanied by fever, chills, nausea, and muscle aches. I wear a mask so that if I catch the virus and don't know it for one of the reasons stated above, I won't be spreading it to others. Wearing a mask also reduces the chances of me catching the virus in the first place.

    Another reason is to set a good example for others. As a teacher, I am used to having students look up to me, so I present myself in a way that leads them to make the right choice. Wearing a mask out in public is no different. Although I'm unlikely to see any of my students, I can still set a good example for those people I do see.

    The most important reason I wear a mask is the command from Jesus to love our neighbor as we love ourselves. Wearing a mask not only is a way of loving my neighbor by protecting them from anything I might have, but it also is a way of loving myself well because it helps prevent me from catching anything from anyone else. It is also a show of solidarity with the workers who serve us, both by protecting the workers in the stores we visit and slowing the spread of the virus to keep our healthcare workers safe.

    Wearing a mask isn't always easy. I suffer from claustrophobia, and sometimes the heat from the mask triggers some anxiety. In addition, I wear a mask to the gym even though it makes my face sweat more than usual. I made myself a lighter weight mask for the gym, but I still wear one. These things are inconveniences, but doing the right thing is rarely convenient. Keeping others safe because I wear a mask is much more important to me than the temporary inconvenience I experience while wearing one.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Outside Looking In

(My post Life>Death  chronicles my struggle with suicidal depression. This story is based on the vision God used to save my life.) It all started after the knife sliced through my wrist. As I watched my life drain away, I felt a sense of peace. I knew my pain was finally over. Soft arms lifted me up and carried me off to Heaven. There I watched as my parents found my body. They started to cry, which I had expected. What I hadn't expected was what they were saying. "What did we do wrong?" they cried out. "Nothing!" I screamed. "You did nothing wrong!" But they couldn't hear me. What had I done? As my friends and other family members found out about my death, they said the same thing, and I continued screaming that it wasn't their fault. Their reactions caused me to be in agony, which struck me as strange. If indeed I was in Heaven, wasn't I supposed to be pain free? That is what I had always been taught. Then came my funeral. It...

My Fun October

This last month has been a blast, and I wanted to share the highlights with you, my loyal readers. So here, in chronological order, are the events that made my October a great one. Kansas Authors' Club Convention:  This took place the first weekend of the month right here in my hometown. Even though I have been a member for a few years, this was the first convention I had been to, mainly because I didn't want to pay for the convention and a hotel room. I am so glad I went, and I enjoyed it so much that I'll probably keep going every year even if it involves travel and a hotel. I learned so much from the sessions I went to about honing my craft that I came home eager to write more often. I also met some awesome fellow writers including the Poet Laureate Emeritus of Kansas. He was very fun to talk to and loves to eat bread, a fact I later wrote a poem about. One of the sessions I participated in was a poetry and music event. Each poet read their piece once, then two jaz...

Casting the First Stone

 "Let anyone among you who is without sin be the first to throw a stone at her." ~ John 8:7 As many of you probably know, the Kansas City Chiefs won the Super Bowl last Sunday. Many of you probably also know that at one point in the game, tight end Travis Kelce was seen shoving and yelling at coach Andy Reid. Many people, Christians included, have said that he should have been benched and fined for that incident, with some even going so far as to say he should be kicked off the team. There was a mass shooting at Wednesday's victory parade. However, Thursday morning, the DJs at the Christian radio station I listened to were more focused on Kelce's comment that he would leave the team if Coach Reid retired, and speculating that he just said that to cover himself after the televised outburst. They didn't even mention the shooting at all. What all of these comments have in common is that they are judging someone harshly for nine seconds of irrationality. Who among us ...