Living on the edge

Saturday afternoon jazz!

I was minding my own business, standing across the street, listening to a jazz concert in the local church parking lot. It was a nice change from staying home all alone. A man came and stood not far from me during the last song of the afternoon and asked me some questions about the event. We chatted for a while, then when everyone else started to disperse he began to tell me about his experience with Covid…..back in October, 2019.

It’s not often I can easily strike up a conversation with a stranger, but today I felt like taking a bit of a risk, living on the edge.

When he started sharing his symptoms, including serious diarrhea I noticed the droplets spray from his lips. Fortunately he didn’t really look at me when he talked, so the droplets flew in front of him toward the street. I should have clued in when he mentioned that he gets his “truth” from Rebel News, and that the government is hiding a lot from us. The government never tells us the truth, according to him, therefore there is a lot about the virus that we don’t know…..like how 63% of British citizens who received the vaccine are suffering with mini blood clots.

The vaccine is experimental and will be for the next 10 years. There is no way he is going to let anybody force him into getting vaccinated. He doesn’t believe Covid is a hoax, but is convinced that it is a threat to only 99.9% of the population. After all, 33% of all senior home deaths were caused from dehydration, not Covid. Although the whistleblower who made this claim (according to the random stranger) was quickly silenced and told not to speak publicly again. The stranger’s parting words to me — I’m sure he realized that I wasn’t falling for much of what he said — was to keep my eyes open and read a variety of news sources.

When I got home I sanitized everything that I had touched…my phone, the door knob, the cupboard door that I had to touch to reach the lysol wipes. Ick. And I was standing less than two metres away from him. I was so convinced that people in my city were educated and willing to listen to the science.

No more “living on the edge”. I will only talk to people whom I know, or have at least been referred to me by sane friends.

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Musician, mother, grandmother, mentor, daughter, sister, Toffee’s human.

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