Editor:
I have experienced a modern miracle; truly. My wife, 15-year-old granddaughter and I travelled to Vancouver on Sunday on business. We walked on a crowded ferry, rode a bus to the obligatory mall, and rode two more buses to our destination. Returned to Horseshoe Bay on two more buses and once again walked onto a crowded ferry now headed for Langdale.
Monday morning, I woke up groggy with enough of a hint of vertigo and headache to make me unwilling to risk getting up to take out the compost. Using the test kits provided to us by the school district, my wife tested both of us for COVID. I tested positive, my wife was negative. At 66, in reasonable health but with a history of asthma, my anxiety level was rising. At the same time, I realized my symptoms had subsided to a comfortable lethargy. The miracle is that two years ago, the idea of a COVID vaccine seemed like a slender hope against a rising tide of deadly disease.
Now, here I am, triple vaxxed, on day two, wondering if I am sick at all. I have no reason to believe my immune system is anything but average. If I had gotten COVID back on March 21, 2020, my story could very well have been tragic.
I want to sincerely thank everyone involved in the story of how evil pharmaceutical empires, bumbling governments, people with the best of intentions throughout the entire health care system and all of the supporting actors who allowed me to write this letter in good health and security. In return, I will follow the self-isolating protocols and not forget those who were not and are not as fortunate as I.
Terence Budgell
Gibsons
