 I remember this five-year-old boy was having dinner over at their house with like eight kids. And he had runny eyes, runny nose. And he came, clearly he had like Andromeda strain. He came over, gave me a big hug and said, I love you, Father Waukee. And I'm thinking, man, he just, I just, I'm going to be sick, right? Like, how sick are they, Lord? How close do I have to get to them?