I go Sky Diving most summers. It is a tandem jump where I am strapped to an experienced jumper. It is a major adrenaline rush, and a lot of fun. The cool thing is that I don’t have to make any decisions other than choose to go. The guy I am strapped to basically pushes me out the door of the plane, pulls the ripcord, steers the chute, and lands. People who hear that I am going often say things about how dangerous it is. The place where I go has had one non-death accident in 14 years and thousands of people have jumped so the odds of me getting hurt are extremely small. I bicycle an average of 3000 miles a year on public roads with cars and trucks passing me often 6 inches away, same story. I am going white water rafting down the Roque River and the Colorado River through the Grand Canyon this summer, same story. I grew up in an era with no seat belts, no airbags, no car seats, no flue shots, hard medal dashboards, no guards on pto shafts and skill saws, and I drank a gallon of raw, non-pasteurized milk a day. What are the odds of me getting sick from the Coronavirus? About the same as getting killed sky diving.
So, there are two facts running along side of each other like tracks on a railroad. One track is, the odds are small so don’t get uptight about it, enjoy the experience. The other track is, the potential for significant consequence is obviously there so take some precautions and keep the odds low. When I go down the Colorado River this August I am going to wear a life jacket all the time and when we go through major whitewater, I am going to wear two, a regular one and an inflatable one. I also am going to wear a helmet and a wetsuit when going through the big rapids. But I am not going to stay home, and miss the adventure of a lifetime because of fear. If I die from skydiving, I die, everybody is going to die. I I get hit by a car while riding my bicycle and get killed, not a problem, I am anxiously looking forward to eternity with my new, glorified body and joy incomprehensible forever. So far, I have ridden about 50,000 miles on public roads on my bicycle with no accidents, but I still wear a helmet, I have a rear view mirror that I always am checking, I googled “brightest and best rear blinking bicycle tail light” and bought it, in fact I bought 2 of them, and I hug the outside of the road as I ride. I also enjoy, immensely the experience of bicycling, the scenery, the exercise, the challenge, and I never once think about the possibility of being turned into hamburger by a truck whose driver didn’t see me or was talking on his cell phone, it would just ruin the trip.
So, the conclusion of the story is, I take precautions like everybody else does to keep the virus from spreading, but I have zero anxiety, fear, or worry about getting sick. Me getting uptight about what might happen just ruins the adventure.