When this is over, there will be a reckoning.
We'll look back and we'll see everyone who helped us through.
The doctors and nurses who wrapped themselves in garbage bags when the protective gear ran out. The clerks in the grocery stores, restocking shelves, day after panic-shopping day. The distilleries that churned out free hand sanitizer. The people who stepped off the sidewalk to give someone else 6 feet of space to safely walk by.
We'll honor everyone who stayed home, washed their hands, kept their distance, and helped slow a killer virus to a crawl.
We'll look back at the few who were no help at all.
The hoarders. The spring breakers. The billionaires who didn't offer sick pay. The hackers who crept online to scrawl swastikas and racial slurs across remote classroom screens and drop their trousers in the middle of prayer groups on Zoom.
Or that guy who stockpiled 17,000 bottles of Purell in his garage. One guy, ruining the day of 17,000 people who just wanted clean hands.
This is not a story about that guy.