Di Maria Carmela Di Motta
Fear and courage, two words that have been traveling hand in hand for some time now. Unfortunately, nothing else is talked about at home, I see my parents go out every day to go to work, I notice the anxiety and fear that hovers on their face and on that of all the health workers committed to facing this monster that has removed the freedom to all of us. I am addressing precisely those who are in the trenches, on the front line, those who look at the virus in the face, closely, with courage but aware of the risk they run every day. To you, our hero, who tirelessly works in the uneasiness of endless shifts, exhausted, awkward in that uniform that protects you from that invisible monster, goes all my esteem and solidarity. On your face I see the fear of meeting the monster and the prayer not to take him home to your loved ones. Someone defines you as a hero, a missionary, someone looks at you with new eyes, amazed in front of "Martians" who are sacrificing everything To you I just want to say thank you, thank you not only for what you are doing today, but for everything you have done and that you will continue to do, without asking for medals, because yours is a mission, not a simple job.
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