I armed at least 6 people (or their loved ones) with knowledge of the harmful effects of remdesivir and the likelihood that going to or staying in the hospital could kill them. They all either got off the remdesivir and/or ventilator at once or decided to not go to the hospital. I also gave some of them my own supply of horse paste or told them how to get ivermectin. Only one person has thanked me and they are all alive today. Reminded me of a parable in the Bible. I didn’t do it for their gratitude, though. I felt God telling me to say something. I actually felt foolish because I knew I was the only one bold enough to say something and they thought I was crazy… but they still listened, which I thought was incredible. These weren’t close friends…most of them acquaintances. Just weird. The whole experience is still surreal. Still waiting for that day when these people truly wake up to the fact that they were almost murdered.