• susan jungermann

Covid-19, the hungry wolf and my asthmatic boy

An old Cherokee is teaching his grandson about life:


“A fight is going on inside me,” he said to the boy.


“It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. One is evil–he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.”


He continued, “The other is good – he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith.


The same fight is going on inside you–and inside every other person, too.”


The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather: “Which wolf will win?”

The old Cherokee simply replied, “The one you feed.”


I consider myself, aware. Aware of my awareness. Aware what negative thoughts can do and I have really been letting covid-19 feed the evil wolf.



My son has asthma. He has had pneumonia 4 times. He has been hospitalized for breathing related issues, he sees a pulmonologist and an immunologist. To say I'm fearful of him contracting covid-19 is an understatement.

I have tried to remain optimistically aware of the spread of the coronavirus. With the help of the media my optimistic awareness has just turned to fear. Although over 80,000 people have survived and many with few symptoms, on the news (all day everyday) we instead focus on strong men now gasping for air in ICU's all over the world.


When are they going to interview the man who stayed home and didn't even seek medical advice because his symptoms were so mild?


I like being informed with truthful, factual information. I don't want to be lied to, embellished upon or mislead because all it does is feed the evil wolf.


The more the evil wolf eats, the hungrier he is and the bigger he gets. He's harder to walk beside, he's harder to get to sleep, he's irrational and moody. He cries and howls. He is unsteady and unsure in the world. He is confused.


After continually feeding the evil wolf and ignoring the good wolf, I forgot I even had a good wolf I could feed.


When the good wolf eats he shows me that I get to spend more time with my kids. He shows me that I have more time to myself than ever before. The good wolf allows me to notice the kindness of strangers. He allows me to see the goodness in all. He allows me to see the president for who he wants to be. He shows me news anchors really are trying to keep people informed. He allows me to see my circle is unaffected, we just get to be together more.


But most of all, when the good wolf is fed he tells me my son will be fine and if he gets the virus, he will get through it. The good wolf will watch over him, if I remember to keep feeding him. He has clarity and security.



I'm the only one who can feed my wolves and every time I feed the evil one I risk him ruining me.


Choose wisely when feeding your wolves and realize that YOU are the only one deciding which wolf gets to eat.

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