There’s a connection that’s hard to explain. It’s the feeling I get when I see someone shuffle up to meet me, or say something, and I can instantly tell by the cant of their head or by the movement of their arms — and these are people who aren’t even full-blown symptomatic — that they’re one of us. And the look they give me, it’s not just gratitude — I don’t care about the gratitude — but solidarity. And shared optimism. And a resiliency that just makes me think we’re doing the right thing, and that this truly is a community.
