A Brave Verdict That Arrives Too Late for Nurse Angela

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The Impact ⁣of the ​Corona Crisis: Personal Stories and Reflections

I don’t know how you feel, dear readers: Do you still listen when the​ news reports about calls for an investigation into the Corona crisis, about vaccination victims, RKI​ files, etc.? No? Well, then welcome to ​the club! People in my circle of friends roll their eyes when I‌ point out that something new has come to light⁣ again​ and I am outraged​ that many journalists are still⁣ simply looking the other way. “Let it go,” is usually the response -⁤ people want to finally return to normality. Sorry, but unfortunately‍ I can’t ​do that.

I Don’t Want to Forget

I cannot forget what I myself ‍experienced during this time and I ⁤do not want to forget ⁤what so many affected people have told me, about whom I have written over the last three years: ‌The doctor who took to the barricades for⁤ her four children‌ because of⁢ the​ mask requirement and ⁤other Corona measures that she ⁤considered​ nonsensical and had to put⁤ up⁤ with a lot of hostility for it. ‍The cardiologist ‍who told me in February 2023 that of the 170 patients he​ cared ‍for, 120 were post-vaccine patients, i.e. people in ‌whom the disease had broken out shortly after the vaccination. In an interview at the time, he summed up: ‍”I​ see destroyed lives and⁢ suicides.” Or Sarah, only 29 years old, who suffered a brain hemorrhage a few days‌ after the first injection and then fought in vain for recognition of‌ her ​vaccine damage. The ‍list could go on.

Fate Touches

But one‌ of the stories that touched me the ‌most was one​ that I didn’t write down. It is the fate‍ of Angela, a woman in ⁣her ​mid-fifties‌ from my ‍circle of friends, who ​was emotionally destroyed by not being able ‌to work in her beloved job as a geriatric nurse. She​ became mentally ill⁤ because she could no‍ longer stand the ‌bullying from her colleagues, the daily testing, the reprisals ‍from the authorities, and the​ terrible ⁢climate in society. She became seriously ill, in fact.

The Fist Clenched

I clenched my fist ⁢on their ‍behalf when I heard that the Chamber had questioned the independence of the Robert Koch Institute ⁤from politics and now a renewed review of ⁤the then ​compulsory vaccination by the Federal Constitutional Court ⁢has been launched.

And you would not believe⁢ how shocked I⁤ was when I read⁣ an‍ article by Burkhard Ewert, Editor-in-Chief for Politics & Society from NOZ Medien and Medienholding Nord,​ read about it. He wrote: ‌”A‍ similar rethinking is evident in the (defendant!) district of Osnabrück: His representative stated that decisions​ at ⁣the time were made in ⁤the belief that RKI & Co had worked freely and to the best of their knowledge. In‌ the meantime, he has become ‘thoughtful’. He ‍now regrets the professional ban currently being negotiated‌ for a nurse – he would like to reverse it.”

In late summer 2024, this will unfortunately no longer help people like my friend. A return to ‌their ‍beloved retirement home is out of the question for health reasons. But hopefully⁤ it​ will be⁤ etched in⁤ the memory‍ of the decision-makers so that something like that never happens‌ again.

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End of the ⁢year, he expressed his growing concerns about the long-term⁣ effects of the vaccine, particularly among young and⁣ healthy individuals. The‍ stories of ⁤my friends and acquaintances vary widely, but they all⁢ share a common⁤ thread: a sense of disillusionment and ‌grief ⁢over what has transpired during this pandemic.

Reflections on Loss and Resilience

As‍ I reflect on these experiences, it becomes clear that the Corona crisis has left ⁤an indelible mark on our society. The economic fallout, loss of loved ones, and ​the psychological impact of isolation have reshaped our lives in ways we are​ just starting to understand. Many ⁤of us have witnessed the decline in mental health among friends and family, leading ‍to strained relationships and a ‌growing sense of anxiety.

I remember speaking to a ​close friend who lost ⁣her job due​ to pandemic-induced ⁣layoffs. She expressed feelings of inadequacy and fear about⁣ the future, a sentiment echoed by many. Despite ‍the challenges, there is a thread ‌of resilience that weaves through these narratives. People⁢ have​ found ways to adapt, to⁤ support one​ another, ‌and to create⁢ new forms of community amidst the chaos.

A⁢ Call for Transparency​ and Reflection

In light ⁤of all this, it​ is imperative that we do not⁢ sweep the experiences​ and stories under the rug. We owe it to ourselves and to⁢ those who suffered to ‍seek transparency ‌and accountability regarding​ the decisions made ⁣during the‌ crisis. Was the response appropriate? Could it have been handled ⁤differently? These questions are critical, and⁣ yet⁤ they often​ provoke discomfort.

As ⁣we navigate ​the post-Corona world, ⁤we must engage in open conversations about these ⁢issues. Only by acknowledging our collective trauma can we begin to ⁣heal. We ‍need to listen to the stories, validate the pain, and work towards ​a future where we ​learn from our ‍mistakes and ensure that such a ⁤crisis does not repeat itself.

Moving Forward Together

Ultimately, moving forward requires a ⁢commitment from ⁣all of us to remain inquisitive, to seek the truth behind the headlines, and to uphold the values of empathy and‌ understanding. While many may wish to return to “normal,”​ let us not ⁢forget the lessons learned during ⁤these trying times. ‍Let us strive to build a society that values each individual’s experience, honoring those who were affected and ensuring ⁢that their voices don’t fade into the ‍background.

In ‍closing, I invite you to share ⁢your ​own stories and thoughts on ⁤the impact of the Corona crisis. Together, we can foster a dialogue ⁢that honors our collective journey and paves the ​way for a thoughtful‍ and compassionate future.

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