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Health Care, October 29, 2009

   Like most children growing up, and like Dr. King, I too had a dream. I dreamed of being a doctor. I wanted to help people who were sick and needed help. I saw it very simply through the innocent eyes of a child; if someone was sick, someone should help them get better. Unfortunately for my childhood, and my dream, I had to grow up and learn of something called insurance and a health care system.

I wanted to be a doctor, as mentioned before, but that was before I learned that I could not just go out and save everyone that needed help. If someone was sick, I had to wait and see if they could afford the help that I was so desperately ready to give.  I just could not do it, I could not go up to someone and say, “I am sorry, I cannot make you healthy; your insurance does not cover it.” How hopeless has the country or world for that matter, become that we need to be rich enough, in order to be healthy? Why should the well off be able to live the care free life, and not have to worry that each pill costs $100? Why do I need to pay to feel healthy and live my life?

I dare not go in-depth to the problem here in the United States, it would only frustrate me even more and most likely  confuse me more than I already am. But I need not look at the healthcare system here at home, I just look at the outside world, where in many places, their people have never seen a doctor in their life. Have never heard of pharmaceutical drugs, or have even used a bad-aid before. We complain that we cannot afford the help of a doctor, when others don’t even have the choice of argument, they just die.  

So with all the talk these days of healthcare reform, and the arguments of government run health care, I could care less who is right or wrong or who is running the damn thing, just get the people healthy so that they can enjoy and live their lives. It is already a written and unwritten law, that everyone on earth has the right to live and not have to suffer by the hands of others.

So for those of you that are in control of the healthcare in the world, and want to see the price of health care rise, and watch its scope dwindle to only the rich, it is by your hands that others have to suffer. You kill all of us that want to live like you. You let us peasants die on the streets as you pass us by, complaining about your cold. We don’t have your luxury of wealth, but we have a stronger yearning to live, and we would want to see you as healthy as we wish we can be. We do not want your pity or your donations; we want to live as you. We have the right to live and be healthy too.

 
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  Escaping the Dream, October 20, 2009

  If you live a dream, if you are the happiest that you have ever been, would you want to leave it, knowing that it was truly all just a dream? I think I have been living in a dream world for the past couple of weeks. We saw each other on the dance floor, I smiled, and she smiled… that spells trouble. I moved nearer and nearer to her, ever so afraid that I too would be yet another failed suitor, attempting to reach the unreachable. But to my utter astonishment and “luck,” I was not pushed away. Amazing you say, incredible says I. Could it be that me, the man who has wondered across so many lands and have met so many people have finally found something, some dream, some one of interest? Is the suspense killing you too?

It does all start with a look. In a place so full of people, we found each other and smiled without saying a word. We laughed without a word. All we did was dance. Dance and surround ourselves in the presence of the other. This continued for days and weeks, and really has no sign of an end. Are there any doubts? Of course, is one ever really sure about anything? Do things seem too good to be true? Of course. But is living in this dream world going to last forever? God, I hope so.

Why can’t I sleep forever? I am nothing but a dreaming, hopeless romantic, and she is just a dream. She is a poem that a poet never wrote. Maybe she is not real, maybe she is just a figment of my imagination.  Can this lotus stay in bloom for as long as I stay asleep? I am afraid that if I wake up, I will wake up, back home, in bed. Back in my cell, with no one to talk to but the rocks on the wall, all 9,500 of them.

I think that I am waking up, everyday, but it is still another dream... she is there, already saying good morning, already putting a smile on my face, and making me feel that today is going to be the best day ever. 

To hell with waking up, I am hitting the snooze button as long as I can with this one. Just another 5 more minutes, another 5 more minutes.