” Now that I am visibly pregnant and the world is convulsing in the grip of this pandemic, I imagine my son one day seeing a picture of me in my P.P.E.—gown, gloves, mask, eye protection—with a protruding belly. I want him to know that, while he breathed through me, I was working to help other children breathe. While he was forming, cell by cell, doctors and nurses across the world risked their lives to help strangers. Even when our societies did not take the steps needed to protect us, we did not abandon the sick. I want my son to know that certain moral duties are worth risking death—though, certainly, I hope not to die—and that the kind of life where you have such a duty is, finally, a life worth living. ”
