Russian Roulette

Some months ago, a friend called to tell me her family was on quarantine because one of them had tested positive for Covid-19. It was during the shut down so we hadn't seen each other in weeks. I wasn't scared for me but I was scared for them. As it turned out, none of them ever showed symptoms. Was it a false positive? Maybe. But there was good reason to believe the test was correct. They all did the right thing and ensured that they were not asymptomatic carriers. I'm sure it wasn't easy and I was happy when I checked in and she reported that they were all well.
Then a local friend shared a tragic story. One of her friends died within one week of testing positive for Covid-19. Her uncharacteristic reaction was, "the shit just got real".
Meanwhile, friends and family are divided about the seriousness of the disease spread. And there lies the saddest part.
Yesterday I talked for over an hour with someone who just tested positive for Covid-19 and they are suffering on multiple levels. Scared, isolated, experiencing symptoms - they shared that calling family for support didn't feel like a good decision. I heard stories about family posting rude comments on social media and open hostility to those expressing serious concerns about this pandemic. "I don't want them to know because I don't think they would be understanding or supportive."
While this is someone I believe is healthy and will get past this, I have cried often since our talk. I get it.
I'm as respectful as possible with those who don't share my level of concern. But understand that I see NOT being concerned as playing Russian Roulette. And I am NOT playing. I'm not about to pick up the gun. Keep your gun away from me. If I am wrong, you will not be harmed. If you are around to be angry with me, I'm happy - even if you keep saying I was wrong.
If YOU are wrong, I'm dead.