{"id":3270,"date":"2022-10-26T17:34:39","date_gmt":"2022-10-26T21:34:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/?p=3270"},"modified":"2022-10-26T17:34:39","modified_gmt":"2022-10-26T21:34:39","slug":"why-is","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/?p=3270","title":{"rendered":"Why is…?"},"content":{"rendered":"

Why is\u2026?<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Every year at Passover, as the youngest in my family, I always got to ask the question, “Why is this night different from all other nights?\u201d Throughout the Sedar dinner, that question would be answered by multiple people doing readings from the Haggadah. For my family, that night was different from all other nights.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Then again, that question could also be asked periodically throughout the year for other nights, which, too, were different. Answers might include, \u201cYour father\u2019s working late tonight; we\u2019re waiting up for him.\u201d or \u201cWe\u2019re going out to eat tonight.\u201d or \u201cI\u2019ve had a busy day, chose a TV dinner and put it in the oven for yourself.\u201d or if it was a Sunday night, \u201cWe had dinner at lunch today, go make yourself a sandwich.\u201d or, \u201cYou don\u2019t want to know, just eat.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

This pretty much continued through adulthood. That was until a little over two and a half years ago. Now, we celebrate the never-ending holiday of COVID-19 every night.<\/span><\/p>\n

The question to be asked is, \u201cWhy is this night like so many other nights?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCan\u2019t we go out to eat?\u201d you might ask. And the answer is, \u201cNo, there are too many people that are not wearing masks.\u201d\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Another question asked, \u201cHow about after dinner, we go to the movies?\u201d And the answer is, \u201cYou don\u2019t want to sit in a large theater group where people may not have been vaccinated and are coughing on you, do you?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, these nights tend to be all the same. Stay home, have dinner, then read, play board games, or watch TV.<\/span><\/p>\n

Even Passover celebrations and other holidays, where families usually got together, have become stay-at-home, and we can Zoom together virtually, then read, play games, and watch TV.<\/span><\/p>\n

This is, of course, not the same for everyone. Just go shopping in a supermarket for food, or go to a mall and count how many people you see wearing masks. You can probably count them all on one or two hands. Obviously, the non-mask-wearing people clearly feel that this night and day can be different each time they go out. And go out they do. Unfortunately, I\u2019m not one of them. Call me a pessimist, but I like to play it safe.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

So I have a plan for tonight; when I\u2019m asked the question, \u201cWhy is this night like every other night?\u201d my answer will be, \u201cIt\u2019s not!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFor tonight, we are going on a trip. I\u2019ve packed a picnic supper that we can eat in another room on a blanket. I\u2019m planning on playing a multi-hour meditation YouTube video of an ocean scene as if we are at the beach. And I might even stream the live Aurora Borealis from my phone on the Explore.org App.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Why not make this night different from all other nights?\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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