Yesterday before the 7pm Cheer, a woman saw me at my fence and came by to thank me for organizing the nightly gesture of appreciation. Unbeknownst to me, she lives a few blocks down the street. She said she took a photo of the Cheer sign on my fence. “I sent the photo to my family members who are nurses,” she told me. Then she talked about the sadness she has for her sister who works in the Covid-19 unit and is unable to hug her three children when she comes home from work.
I took a deep breath as my eyes teared up. “That’s why we do the Cheer,” I said to her.