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In the coronavirus pandemic, we are second-guessing whether to help those who need it. (Lee Smith/Reuters)

Stephen McKenna is a writer who lives in Ellicott City.

In the middle of coronavirus isolation week two, I had just parked at my grocery store to pick up a prescription, feeling half guilty because I should have just had it delivered. But I was stir-crazy and showered myself in the absolution of a legitimate-enough excuse to get out of the house.