There is only one reason why I am still sick after two weeks--I don't have insurance. It's very easy to identify with the poor when you face one of their problems; lack of medical care. In so many other ways I am not poor. A house to live in, food to eat, those are not hallmarks of poverty, or humility, but not having proper medical care...
What I am learning is patience, which is the handmaid of humility. There is no special reason why I should have medical care when others do not. I am not a special case. There does exist an obligation to my body and to my life, but just because I'm Steve doesn't mean that I deserve medical care one bit more than any other person on earth.
There is a certain social justice aspect to all this, but at this point in my life I am focused on the humility. The first thing was facing the fact that I'm not special. The next, and most important, is how those things, like insurance, cause us to think that we are indeed special.
An imagined illustration: "I went to the doctor today. If not for insurance the office visit would have run $75, and the medications $200. How do poeple do it without insurance? I feel so for the poor."
Imagined illustration from someone else: "I am sick and have no insurance. I am poor."
What does this mean? I don't know, but so far, my sense of "specialness" is crucified.
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Prayers for a quick recovery Steve.
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