One of the difficult things about
this time is that many of us are hard-wired to help others, and of course the
best way we can help right now is to stay where we are. There are important
ways we can offer assistance, from donating to relief organizations, to making masks
for essential employees, to donating blood. Another way we can help is by
paying attention to the lives of individuals who guide us toward the better
angels of our nature.
A few weeks ago, my high school commemorated
the one-year anniversary of the death of our late principal, Derrick Nelson, who
died from complications while donating bone marrow to a teen-age boy in France.
This past week, our school initiated a quarterly award honoring students who selflessly
help others. It’s named the “Lift While You Climb” award, in honor of a statement
Nelson once made. He said, “We have an obligation to our fellow human beings
that if we are in a position to help someone, you do it. You lift as you climb.
If you can do that, you have contributed more to society than anything your
bank account can produce and, ultimately, contribute more to your own
well-being.”
I think of Nelson and his words while
reading the stories of medical professionals who risk their lives in emergency
rooms around the world. Lacking in sufficient equipment and in experience with
a virus quite like this, our doctors, nurses and other medical staff are using
skill, instinct, collaboration and heart as they serve on the front lines of
this crisis. Last week, I read a doctor’s diary
of life in a New York City ER, and I strongly recommend it. The author,
Helen Ouyang, describes what it looks like to stare down a virus as it rages
around you. She feels the stress every day, yet keeps coming back to do the job,
then takes the additional step of sharing that experience with us.
More than 50,000 people have died
from COVID-19 in the U.S., and we mourn those deaths in our own thoughts and in
our collective grief. Some of us have lost loved ones, while others know
students or colleagues who have lost family or friends. My family is actually
mourning the loss of a dear friend who died last week from a different cause. One
of my childhood friends, Scott
Salinardi, died suddenly last week of a heart attack at his home. Scott was
a man who had all of the qualities needed to succeed in any field –
intelligence, personality, optimism, compassion, insight and connections, to
name just a few. After graduating from the University of Chicago and dabbling
in some initial jobs, he chose to devote his working life to serving
developmentally disabled adults. Working alongside his father, Richard (a
leader in serving the developmentally disabled for five decades), Scott helped
run an organization called Lifestyles for the Disabled. He found productive working
environments for hundreds of developmentally disabled adults on Staten Island,
from cooking to horticulture to education to journalism. When not raising his
four daughters with his wife, Sherry, Scott was working all around his hometown,
making it possible for so many adults in this borough to feel fulfillment and
pride in their lives.
Scott was 45 when he died last week;
Derrick was 44 when he passed away last year. Many others have died far too young
during this time of COVID-19, and others, like Scott and Derrick, have left us
too early for other reasons. Losing a loved one can feel paralyzing and
helpless; living through a pandemic can feel like a true onslaught of despair.
And yet, these stories of service can make it much harder to give up. We ask
ourselves: If Derrick could give so selflessly, if Scott could make service his
life’s work, if doctors can risk it all to aid those in need, then who am I to
give in to the despair?
We walk through a different world
right now, one that requires us to keep our distance. But we still have the
ability to walk together in all the ways that matter. And we have role models
to show us the way.
This was very touching.
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