Do you remember a few months ago when I gushed about all of the great people I met in Boston? Here’s another reason to love those great folks of MA.
Sara, on sharing the love:
So I’ll bet you didn’t realize this, but the whole argument about socialized medicine? It boils down to love. Do you love America? Great. Now do you love what America is made of, Americans? Do you really? Well, how much?
Do we love this country and each other enough to figure out a way for every single person in America to have what has just been given to me [note: she just received life-saving brain surgery]? Or are we too busy judging and measuring and lying to each other about what things really cost to make this kind of possibility a reality for every single person?
Every single person deserves this level of help and service. Every single one. I only got it because of luck, finding the bad thing at the right time in the right place with an amazing surgeon and his team just happening to be available to me right at this moment, strictly the luck of the draw.
Oh, and because I live in Massachusetts.
In Massachusetts, we are often rude and cold in demeanor, careless of the environment, and even atrocious drivers. You know what else we do, though? Bottom line, we love one another enough individually and conceptually to put our money where our politics, philosophies, and religions are and really take care of each other, or at least to try. Yes, if you live somewhere else in the country, it is very likely that we pay higher taxes than you. Nobody likes paying taxes. But nobody here likes people to die of treatable and preventable medical conditions.