Picture yourself in a situation of dire need. Say you’re in
a private clinic with a sick child, a child that has been ailing badly for
weeks and months. In this scenario, there is no Obamacare, no National Health,
no social insurance program, and you are without resources, which is why you’ve
waited so long to come to a doctor. You can’t pay, and you know it. Hospitals
are for the rich.
So you cared for your child yourself as best you could. You
tried home remedies. You bought what drugs you could afford. You called on any
of your neighbours who knew a little bit about medicine, but nothing could be
done. You have exhausted every possibility you could think of. Nothing worked.
So even though you know you can’t pay, you go to the clinic.
You sit in the waiting room and watch as other parents leave with healthy
children and smiles on their faces. You know that whatever this doctor is
doing, it works. You see him down the hallway, treating other patients, but no
matter how you beg the receptionist, she keeps looking past you and calling out
“Next!” to the rich people behind you in line.
Finally, you step out of line and right up to the
kind-looking doctor. Against all your natural instincts, with no dignity left
in the world, you begin to beg.
He looks at you with concern and compassion in his eyes and
says … nothing. Nothing at all. Not a syllable.
How would you feel? What do you do next?