I've been thinking about those times recently - I lived in a very rural community and my best friends were all farmers. I can still remember the fear, waking up each morning to see the soaring infection rate, driving up to farm gates with essential food supplies and driving away again, desperately hoping that I hadn't somehow transmitted the infection to those bags of food. And when animals on one farm were slaughtered for having suspicious signs, that sick feeling as we waited to find out if they tested positive, which would mean all the surrounding farms had to be culled. And the loneliness, cut off from everyone and everything I cared about. And when it ended, hoping we would never go through something so bad again.
And now we are. Only it's a million times worse. Will we ever learn?