Stay home. Self quarantine. Hunker down.
I have been hunkering down so long, it looks like hunkering
up to me.
A scene from perhaps 20 years ago plays out in my mind. I was
at a meeting crowded with social workers and case managers. From the back of
the room a voice called out, “Can anyone tell me the five stages of grief?” It
seemed an out-of-place question for a meeting convened to discuss the new laptop
computer-based case management system. For the past 40 minutes these social workers
had resisted and questioned the system. It intruded on their relationships with
clients; it slowed them down; it wasn’t necessary. “We don’t have to do this!” “It
won’t work because …” “It won’t work unless …” “It will never work!”
And then, this bizarre question from the back of the room.
Of course, in a room full of social workers, everyone knew
Kübler Ross’s five
stage model of grief. One person after another answered the question,
calling it out one stage at a time. “Denial.” “Anger.” “Bargaining.” “Depression.”
“Acceptance.”
The voice from the back of the room spoke again. “What stage
are you in now?”
The pertinence of the question became apparent. There was a
long pause as the social workers recognized they were grieving their old ways
of working. They were in denial. They were angry. They were bargaining. They
were depressed.
The pause continued awkwardly until one of them said, “OK,
how can we make this work.”
Acceptance.
*****
From my work with computer viruses, I knew something about how
they spread so, for this pandemic, I fast-forwarded right past denial, anger,
and bargaining and went straight to depression. As I stay at home day after
day, distance myself from others when I do go out, monitor every doorknob,
steering wheel, and can of beans I touch and wipe them down afterwards and wash
my hands, I hold depression at bay and lean to acceptance. I accept this new
normal. This is it.
*****
An old Jewish story comes to mind. My retelling draws on a version by Doug Lipman.
Two
students are studying the psalms and they come to the line, “This is the day
God has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it.” (Psalm 118:24.) They are
troubled by it, so they ask their rabbi, “On a day when everything is good, it
is easy to say this line with a full heart. But, how can we say it with genuine
intent on a bad day?”
“A good question,” says their rabbi. “For this question, “you
should visit Reb
Zushya.”
To find Reb Zushya the students must travel, by foot, to a
distant village. On the third day of their journey they arrive in the heart of
the village. They ask, “Can you tell us where we can find Reb Zushya?”
“Sorry, we don’t know anyone by that name.”
They knock on many doors, receiving the same response. They continue
to inquire further and further from the center of the village; they begin to
despair. Finally, someone responds, “I recall a man who used to be known by
that name. He lives some distance from here.”
The students follow the villager’s directions and proceed
down a narrow street, which turns into a dirt road, which turns into an
overgrown footpath. They see a small building ahead – a shack, a hut. As they
approach, they notice a window covered with cardboard, the roof missing some shingles,
the outer door hanging askew from its upper hinge. They knock at the door. A
voice from within whispers, “I’ll be with you soon.”
In time, a man opens the door from within and asks, “What
can I do for you, my sons?”
“Our rabbi sent us here to ask a question. Are you Reb
Zushya?”
“Yes, I am. Welcome, come in, but please be quiet. My wife
is very ill, and she has just gone to sleep.” He pointed to a blanket drawn
across the opposite corner of the small room. He waved in the students and pulled
up two wooden boxes so they could sit at his wobbly table, filled three wooden
cups with water, and broke his remaining bread in three pieces. When they each had
something to drink and eat, he asked, “So, what is this question you have come
here to ask?”
One of the students explained, “We were studying the psalms
and came to the line, ‘This is the day God has made, let us rejoice and be glad
in it.’ We were troubled by it, so we asked our rabbi. ‘It is easy to say this
line with a full heart on a good day, but how can we really mean it on a bad
day?’ Our rabbi told us, ‘This is a question you should ask Reb Zushya.’ So,
here we are.”
Puzzled, Reb Zushya looked at one student and then the other
and then leaned back a bit. Shaking his head slowly, he replied, “I don’t know
why your rabbi sent you to ask me this question, I have never had a bad day!”
*****
This virus – like ones before it and ones that will follow –
is no laughing matter. But, in the spirit of hunkering up:
- Two buddies walk into a bar. The bartender says, “What’ll
you have?” The first one says, “I’ll have a Corona.” The second says, “I’ll have
what he’s having.”
- Scientists have observed a number of similarities among the
various virus outbreaks and have demonstrated that the viruses are copying from
each other. It’s a clear‑cut case of plague‑arism.*
- Did you hear the joke about the virus? Never mind, you
probably won’t get it.*
- Jewish irony: Passover curtailed because of a plague.*
- Many of my fellow storytellers and musicians have announced
cancellations of their performances. Without minimizing their difficulties, I
would like to announce I will not be performing at Carnegie Hall, Radio City
Music Hall, or Madison Square Garden.
* Shamelessly adapted from the Internet.
*****
My title plays on
Richard Fariña‘s
1966 book,
Been
Down So Long It Looks Like Up to Me. In closing, I refer to
Jack Kerouac‘s 1962 novel,
Big Sur. It’s a
fictionalized autobiography in which the main character deteriorates,
physically and mentally, in what seem to be irretrievable downhill slides.
Then, as the book concludes, comes an artful turnaround. Redemption is not out
of reach. Kerouac writes what we hope for.
“Something good will come out of all things yet.”
