This story oddly resonates with the current state of the world. People lost in space crying for help, no one hears and the news is likely buried so it's like it never happened. Sounds a lot like the fate of people who succumbed to the virus - properly counted or not depends on who you are asking. If old, sick and sequestered they were not around their loved ones in their last moments. I heard the story of such a woman on the radio the other day, told by her daughter who watched from across the street the window of the room where her mother lived and awaited death.
A coworker has a family friend who is in critical condition. We don't want to ask how this person is doing because we fear the news maybe bad. Instead we wait for the miracle, for the situation to turn around and B reporting that all is well so we can be happy for him - feel collective relief. In reality that friend of B's may die one of these days, we would likely not know because B would not want to cast gloom on us all - it would be as if he were lost in space and unaccounted for though many of us had briefly known of him. We are gladly reporting the instances of people who recovered because we all want to take that happy path when it comes to be our turn.
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