The president says we will recover. We shake our heads. Friends laid off. Neighbors foreclosed. Pets abandoned. Normal expenses seem scary. “What if?” floats through our heads.
Maybe those of us who know the other meaning of recover can remind ourselves that there was a time in early recovery that we didn’t believe we really would. We didn’t think it could happen for us. We thought recovery would be grim and gray. But we showed up and we did the footwork and we prayed. Our prayers were not for rescue, no deus ex machina, but for faith in one more day, this day.
The president says the country will recover. We know about recovery. And we will.