I am the youngest of 8 kids. Up until just now, I've been the outcast because of my covid views. I just got an email from my sister announcing she has come over to our side.
"First things first.
It is a hard thing to acknowledge the insidious evil that is rampant in Canada.
I write these words as a triple vaxxed individual (that booster shot in particular is painfully & abundantly filled with shame).
And after a slow awakening and opening of my eyes these past weeks & months, I now sit precariously on the precipice of despair, knowing how complicit I’ve been. It is a hard thing to live in a society that chooses to blindly follow. ENOUGH. ENOUGH. ENOUGH.
I am cheering on that sliver of hope that is the Freedom 2022 convoy.
Perhaps we can evolve. Change is coming.
Hoping life in your neck of the woods is well."
My friend stopped at 2, I heard her on the phone turn down her apt. for the booster, I had been watching my news about Israel hitting mostly 3 boosters and thinking about 4. She didn't want to really talk about it before that, even though she let me give her some detox stuff. I looked up her vax number and reported to her what we prayed for, her second batch showed a small number of deaths and problems, the first had to have been the saline. She isn't afraid to talk about it anymore!