Everyone I love has been jabbed, and it's clear that the jabs are dangerous. It's difficult for me to enjoy life, knowing that my loved ones are either suffering (such as my father who developed cancer after his jabs) or will suffer.
But I do try to live in the moment, enjoying my time with my brother's babies, even while knowing their immune systems are being destroyed.
Claudia... At some point the vaxxxed will need we-the-unvaxxxed's support. We must try to be there for them and avoid the "I-told-you-so" that is oh so tempting. Be of good cheer, though things do look bleak... Most of my family is jabbed and it is always on my mind.
By the way, thank you for trying to help. I do appreciate it. And I'm so sorry that most of your family is jabbed.
I only found out last week that the twins were jabbed, so I am not yet at the point where I am at any sort of peace with that. For my own sake, I am trying to work through the upset. The problem is that I am worn out after these last few years. It makes me scream that anyone still trusts the government, the mainstream media, and Big Pharma.
Trust me, I'm aware. Some of the vaxxed already need my support, and I give it freely. A close friend's brother is currently dying of a very aggressive form of skin cancer and I haven't said a peep.
However, my mother only got the jab (despite my warnings and without telling me until after the second one) because my father was terrified of COVID. Now that he is dying of cancer, she has agreed not to get any more shots (if Dad wants more jabs, she'll drive him to his appointment but won't get another no matter how much he wants her to to be "safe").
But I cannot be as forgiving about my tiny niece and nephew, because even the government admits they are at very low risk from COVID. If the babies wind up with health problems as result of the jabs, I won't say a word to my brother and his wife, because I want to support the babies as much as possible.
But once the twins die, and if my parents are dead by then, I am never speaking to him again for being so unbelievably reckless with their well being. It will actually be a moot point, because at that point I will check out, because life - no loved ones, food and energy shortages, digital ID, etc - won't be worth living.
But kudos to you for being of good cheer. I put up a good front, but most of the time I am angry, frightened, and griefstricken. It's only really when I'm with the babies that I can fully live in the moment and enjoy life.
ETA: I'm glad doctors like you are allowed to thrive where you live, Robert. Here they are punished for going against the official narrative:
Thank you for the kind words and good advice, they are much appreciated.
The best revenge is to have a good life!
Everyone I love has been jabbed, and it's clear that the jabs are dangerous. It's difficult for me to enjoy life, knowing that my loved ones are either suffering (such as my father who developed cancer after his jabs) or will suffer.
But I do try to live in the moment, enjoying my time with my brother's babies, even while knowing their immune systems are being destroyed.
Claudia... At some point the vaxxxed will need we-the-unvaxxxed's support. We must try to be there for them and avoid the "I-told-you-so" that is oh so tempting. Be of good cheer, though things do look bleak... Most of my family is jabbed and it is always on my mind.
By the way, thank you for trying to help. I do appreciate it. And I'm so sorry that most of your family is jabbed.
I only found out last week that the twins were jabbed, so I am not yet at the point where I am at any sort of peace with that. For my own sake, I am trying to work through the upset. The problem is that I am worn out after these last few years. It makes me scream that anyone still trusts the government, the mainstream media, and Big Pharma.
Understand completely and agree. It IS exhausting.
Trust me, I'm aware. Some of the vaxxed already need my support, and I give it freely. A close friend's brother is currently dying of a very aggressive form of skin cancer and I haven't said a peep.
However, my mother only got the jab (despite my warnings and without telling me until after the second one) because my father was terrified of COVID. Now that he is dying of cancer, she has agreed not to get any more shots (if Dad wants more jabs, she'll drive him to his appointment but won't get another no matter how much he wants her to to be "safe").
But I cannot be as forgiving about my tiny niece and nephew, because even the government admits they are at very low risk from COVID. If the babies wind up with health problems as result of the jabs, I won't say a word to my brother and his wife, because I want to support the babies as much as possible.
But once the twins die, and if my parents are dead by then, I am never speaking to him again for being so unbelievably reckless with their well being. It will actually be a moot point, because at that point I will check out, because life - no loved ones, food and energy shortages, digital ID, etc - won't be worth living.
But kudos to you for being of good cheer. I put up a good front, but most of the time I am angry, frightened, and griefstricken. It's only really when I'm with the babies that I can fully live in the moment and enjoy life.
ETA: I'm glad doctors like you are allowed to thrive where you live, Robert. Here they are punished for going against the official narrative:
https://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/british-columbia/daniel-nagase-anti-vaccine-speech-effigies-disciplinary-hearing-1.6602820
And if not, you are a winner too!