One morning last month, the newspaper arrived on my doorstep with a front-page story reporting that the coronavirus had struck a nursing home in town. More than twenty-nine residents (out of about a hundred total) had tested positive, and two had died.
I know the place well. My friends in the Sant’Egidio Community and I have visited there weekly for eighteen years. The residents are our friends. We talk with them about their lives, and we sing and pray with them.
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