COVID-19 is grace under fire.

It's guts.

From so many different platforms and lifestyles.

My husband is a truck driver and is out driving amid the pandemic. He is kind of a germaphobe, thankfully, so he takes his antibacterial wipes in with him to check in.

He wipes the whole counter off. The electronic pen. The door handles. Everything.

The cool thing is that he used to be that way before COVID-19. Maybe not to that level of wiping the pen off, but he would be careful to grasp the door handle of the public bathroom with the paper towel he had just wiped his wet, clean hands with.

Oh, by the way, the title of this post is one of Ernest Hemingway's famous ones. Which, as I was searching for the background, I came across this article a lovely summer when Mr. Hemingway was quarantined.

There are gonna be stories from this pandemic. Stories of grace under fire.

But, also stories of humor.

Stories of faith.

And, I'm sure, stories of … well, interesting quarantined groups!

Got any stories to share?