I’m not much of a one for sad stories and we hear a lot on the web, but this one hit me. Meet Thomas.
I also swore I wouldn’t get political on this blog again, but sometimes I just feel that the health care in this country is criminal.
I guess I just think that yes, we should help this wonderful kid, but what about the other kids who we don’t hear of, we don’t even ever know of, and their parents who will ruin themselves financially to do the right thing, the thing that we as a society have failed to do: take care of our weak and sick and young.
So go ahead, tell me it’s not your problem, that it’s nature and survival of the fittest and the price of freedom and many of the other arguments I’ve heard on the radio when people debate universal health care. But someday it will be your kid, or your spouse or your mother or father and you’ll be selling your precious material goods and going into debt for the rest of your life because love has no price; you just do it.
Go ahead, call me a damn commie, if that means I think people should be forced to take care of their own when they don’t have the moral fiber to do it themselves, I’ll take that label.
Anyhow, for now we’re all we’ve got. Go buy a print.