I was 12 years in Ireland and returned to the U.S. a year ago, and was astounded, shocked and annoyed to see the Eucharistic Ministers coming up from the pews onto the altar space then pumping hand sanitizer on their hands, and walking to the altar, making a big show of rubbing their hands together to spread the stuff around and kill all the nasties. I presume the big show was to reassure the watching Nervous Nellies.
It is intrusive and extremely undignified and plain silly and it made me wonder what had happened to people in the parish to require such a thing. Probably some worry wart on the Parish Council put this into effect.
Hasn’t anyone been paying attention to all the buzz about the near-epidemic of asthma among our children possibly being caused by over-cleanliness?
If we don’t get exposed to bacteria and viruses we just won’t be able to cope with them when we are older.
There is no need to insult half the parents on this board by calling us “worry warts” and “nervous nellies.”
Not everyone benefits from exposure to viruses and bacteria. Young children, elderly people, and all who have compromised immune systems cannot afford to catch some of the dangerous things that are going around, and certainly would not be “helped” by them.
Perhaps because you were in Ireland you are unaware of the influenza scare we had in the US several years ago, when the flu shots provided did not immunize against a particularly nasty strain of the virus.
People died. People in my area died. Small children, elderly adults, cancer patients, and others lost their lives.
And they all caught it from someone else.
But even on a “good” year, there are plenty of us who cannot afford to have these diseases in our families.
Those of us with newborns know how devastating a single flu virus can be. And that’s not to mention some of the other nasty things going around from time to time, like
MRSA and
West Nile, or the cost of treating a family of five who has a cold. My husband and I estimated we spent
$100 per family virus this past year (there were at least 8 of them, and that’s not counting two trips to the emergency room, which cost us
well over a thousand), and that hurt our already tight budget considerably.
So if I am ever standing next to you in Mass, and you see me squirt a tiny bit of gel into my hands before giving you the sign of peace, please don’t roll your eyes at me. I, a pregnant mother of two small children and daughter to elderly parents, simply cannot afford to get whatever bug you might be carrying …
or perhaps I’d rather not give you mine. 