At the start of COVID, my wife gave birth to premature twins

At the start of COVID, my wife gave birth to premature twins.

We paid zero attention to the lockdowns. We went where we wanted, when we wanted. We did what we needed to do. We never wore masks. We ignored all the rules. We never considered the shot.

The kids never got sick. I got sick a couple of times, mainly from burning too much energy taking care of everyone.

But there was no way I was going to give up long walks in the sunshine, fresh air, exercise, visits with friends, life itself, just because I was afraid of the flu.

I would rather have died than demonstrated that level of cowardice.

The difference is this: We are not terrified of our own mortality to the point of irrationality.

We can still think clearly about risk and reward. I accept that I will die. But first, I intend to live, and live well.