Your Fears; My Freedom

Fear is a horrible master. I know because my mother lived in it, and she tried to instill that master within me. I rebelled fearing I’d be enslaved to fear.

All my life, my mother’s greatest fear was someone might ‘grab’ me. That was her word: grab. It meant a man would kidnap, rape and murder me. It didn’t matter where I was going: driving alone to our camp, meeting up with someone to go to the cinema or going downtown to watch a hockey game.

When I went to the Rockies for a winter, her biggest fear was someone would grab me, and I’d never return home. I went anyways, leaving her crying and shaking with grief in the living room chair. I can still see her sitting there, crying, wishing I wouldn’t go.

I don’t know where I drew the strength to fight off the fear she constantly tried to instill. All I know is that by the time I was 16, I rebelled hard against it and if she told me not to do something, I made a point of doing it even if I hadn’t planned to do it.

Perhaps it was my father’s casual manner that saved me. Serving overseas during the Second World War, he had seen more horrors than he’d ever encounter in Nova Scotia. I imagine his perspective was on injuries I sustained in childhood was compared to those he’d seen. I think I’d have had to come home carrying a limb before he’d think it was an emergency.

One day, I staggered home, a rock embedded in my knee and blood dripping down my leg. Dad was up a ladder painting the small kitchen window. He came down, pulled the rock out, then wiped away the blood with a rag stained with paint from his back pocket.

“You’ll be fine,” he said and sent me on my way.

The worry I had had from seeing the blood was instantly erased, and I went off to play. This was how my father handled such things. My mother would have thought I was dying if she’d been home, but she was at work.

Which brings me to the current environment. Fear is a horrible master. I reject it.

However, many are so fearful they fear those who have not taken the experimental, risky medical treatment toted by governments around the world.

Mandates work, they claim. What they mean by works is more people get injected. It doesn’t mean the injection prevents people from catching the virus.

People living in fear want everyone injected to make them feel safe. Feel safe, not be safe. So if I lied to them and said I had the inoculation, they would feel safe. That’s how fear works. It’s illogical.

A few weeks ago, I came upon this quote. It is exactly how I feel.

My freedom doesn’t end where your fear begins.

If you are living in fear because people around you may not be ‘vaccinated’, that’s on you, not them. You cannot restrict their freedom because you live in fear. Get over it or live the rest of your life in fear.

2 thoughts on “Your Fears; My Freedom

  1. Well said. I was thinking about the vax thing . They say we have to protect healthcare workers by getting vaccinated. 1. Isn’t that the job of the vaccine? 2. Aren’t healthcare workers aware of the risk of disease when they go into this line of work? 3. Don’t they have PPE ? 4. Back to #1. The whole thing is illogical.

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    • From the start, it has been illogical. Over in China, people were still getting infected, and they were wearing hazmat suits, masks and shields, yet the public was supposed to protect themselves with a homemade cloth mask.

      I think the constant mixed messages are intentional; they keeps people confused and arguing about the ‘facts’.

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