Georgia Congressman Rob Woodall’s Statement That He Accepts His Government Insurance Because “IT’S FREE!” Reminds Me Of A Central Truth…
Conditions of Life Are Awesome!
See May 26th urGe, “Georgia Congressman Rob Woodall Accepts His Government Insurance Because ‘IT’S FREE!’:” Woodall supports elimination of all group and employer-based health care insurance and seeks that every individual should have to purchase their own individual policy on their own… and if you’ve got a pre-existing condition and cannot obtain your own insurance, he does not care. If you’re not fit enough, I guess he thinks you should just die and get out of the way.
So…what is a life of diseases anyway?
Well, let me tell you something…
- It’s terror never imagined and freedom never before possible.
- It is the frantic pursuit of new medicines, continual visits to clinics, and seemingly endless waiting for test results.
- It is the fierce obsession to find meaning, to have a constructive impact upon the flow of life.
- It is chilling isolation, while appreciating the comfort of one’s very few true friends as never before.
- It is living at one’s core yet being so distant from it that sometimes you don’t know if you’ll ever stumble your way home.
- The condition of disease is waking up wet, bathed in sweat.
- It is brutal intensity that challenges one’s own perceptions.
- It is disorientation by the magnitude of emotional surges within.
- It’s striking back, with courage and integrity.
- It is diverse people coming together in urgent need, to share burdens.
- It is finding love, living and struggling for a future with this love.
- It is the sometimes-anguished look in your loved one’s face and wishing to calm their troubled mind, as they unshakably mask their fears.
Let me tell you something, further… Cancer, Lupus, Leukemia, Alzheimers, Fibromyalgia, Autism, Bleeding Disorders, AIDS, Liver Disease, Heart Disease, Chronic Severe Pain, Anxiety, Depression,… name it, whatever — Conditions of Life — are awesome!
Someday, cures will exist through new medicines — controversial gene therapy and stem cells — and these will be brought about because eventually too many communities, families, spouses, friends, and individuals will have experienced “feel of” and “feel for” through the overwhelming tidal wave of unrelenting life conditions, through the sense of crisis that lays bare the great potential of compassion within our society.
Perhaps Paracelsus uncovered a central truth ages ago:
The cure comes from medicine
and the art of medicine
originates in charity.
to be cured is not a work of Faith,
but one of sympathy.
The true ground of medicine
For me, the central being of Life is Love or its neglect, for the effort to live Life is worthwhile only if there is Love.
Pick up a text book studying the science of human biology; one rarely, if ever, encounters just the mere word, “Love,” much less indeed the idea that it affects human biology—that is to say, “Life.”
Were I to write a biology book, I doubt that I would devote every chapter or relate every nuance to the concept of “Love.” It’s not appropriate.
But, relationships, feelings, human contact, and Love do clearly impact biology, and humanity might be better served by reflecting the fact somewhere, at least, in our studies of physical biology.
Feelings (“feel of” and “feel for,” emotions, Love—the essences of Life) are facts, as much so as the fact that, “…we all begin life in the same basic way—as a cell in the womb of one’s mother, one cell from the uniting of two cells: one from Mom’s ovum and one from Dad’s sperm.”
What is done, absent of real feeling, to people—TO LIVES!—staggers me.
No doubt, some people feel similarly, but too many others will declare the concept ridiculous, immoral, bitter, cynical, disgusting, confused, and I should think, other less-tenable words. But to me this cannot be so, for everything I have and will state on this blog concludes in celebration of Life and its value… in a public citizenship! Even when exploring design, housing, cities, etc… all effect the condition of life for all.
To those who understand what’s said and to those who don’t, think of other lives and yourselves in terms of this quote from William Shakespeare’s The Tempest,
And my ending is despair
Unless I be reliev’d by prayer,
Which pierces so that it assaults
Mercy itself and frees all faults.
As you from crimes would pardon’d be,
Let your indulgence set me free.
As prescribed by T. H. White’s “Merlyn,” the best therapy for sadness is to learn something. Under circumstances often hostile or intimidating, and well experienced in the “trembling of the anatomies,” we must learn to rely on the strength of our minds and capacity to grasp the future as an open opportunity, a new chapter to our continuing story. We all participate in the telling of stories—some tragic, others more alluring, and many rambling. For, we all engage in the same endeavor, pursuing what we may recognize as distinctly, acceptably human.
Many citizens try to maintain just such a lofty pursuit but often feel dashed by the brash parochialism of a vocal few. Commentary from one reader many years ago regarding the AIDS-centered play, “Angles In America,” serves a fine example:
The theater world is clogged with such topical trash as “Angles In America,” [which] has nothing to do with art…[that is] imaginative, innovative, original, fun, or dramatic…We want theater that…intensifies our present experience and promotes joy in our everyday, sensory lives.
[“Angles In America”] inflates a common newspaper issue to grotesque, pseudo-heroic proportions. It’s a dastardly attempt to make a classic play out of an over hyped, mass media concern like AIDS.
And once more the Internet serves as a vector to sense the pulse of the nation’s brewing antagonism. In a past newsgroup, misc.health.aids, June 1996, a “highly paid survey research executive” wrote:
[Y]ou discussed the heritability of [bleeding disorders]—that some cases represent spontaneous mutations, in families with no history of hemophilia. I had not known this, [but my discussion of the] ethical focus had been on whether or not people known to carry the genes for hemophilia (that is, hemophiliacs and their daughters) ought to have children. I believe they should not have children.
A number of you argued that some hemophiliacs could be productive members of society. I would agree with that. However, it is also true that severe hemophiliacs are very expensive to society as a whole, in terms of both money and demands on the societal blood supply, and are not productive members of society.
My outlook is that humanity has room for improvement, not only culturally, but also in the physical characteristics of its members. We should wish for the people of the future to be stronger, healthier, and more intelligent than people of the present.
I suspect that this is the attitude of Georgia Congressman Rob Woodall, who supports elimination of all group and employer-based health care insurance and seeks that every individual should have to purchase their own individual policy on their own… and if you’ve got a pre-existing condition and cannot obtain your own insurance, he does not care. If you’re not fit enough, I guess he thinks you should just die and get out of the way.
Baser minds as this must encourage all citizens to share their stories, to tell our tales, and grow past callous disregard for that which is indeed acceptably human.
One should romance few illusions about the harm of which people are capable. Yet, also know that when resisting the world’s easy embrace of superstition, indifference, and ceaseless greed, the best course is an imaginative attempt to illuminate truth—not that the intents, thoughts, or declarations will restore discarded or devalued lives, but for the chance that they may arouse a moral perception to testimony.
Life’s wealth resides in the boundless variety of personal efforts to adapt and revitalize our selves, especially when challenged by the asperities of life.
Defects, damage, diseases, as such, may often stimulate inert capability, skill, potential, and evolution which might otherwise never be achieved or even conceived in their absence. Perhaps this is the true root of what we call “creative potential.”
The ravages of defect or disease may at times block one’s particular avenues, specific means for accomplishment. Yet, in so doing, they may force us to redirect paths, force upon us unexpected and magnificent discoveries and talents. This is the magic of diversity. Such uniqueness transforms the negative of handicap into a positive—an agility to compensate, adjust, and achieve. This is true success!
Mutability, the human capacity for adaptation, should dominate our perceptions and life—our individual story.
Perhaps it is time to redefine our conceptions of the healthy and the diseased. It is time to demolish the rigid constructs of the “norm.” Most “defective” persons—whatever their particular problems, diseases, or life conditions—reach out to grasp life, not despite their complications but often because of them—or even driven by them.
In this regard, however, neither a singularly biological nor psychological nor moral-ethical-social vantage point is sufficient. We must grow to view life’s conditions and events from these varied perspectives at once. The effort is to to seek out truth.
I have often heard it said that the truth shall set men free, but truth is not about memorizing doctrine or poring over statistics, nor about political and celebrity “scandalgates” in our infotainment culture.
Truth is about the courage to deeply reconsider thoughts and observations, to take ownership of one’s history and impact within community and society, and to honestly express in one’s own voice.
Such an endeavor offers one a meaningful citizenship within a larger society. We have little else with which to build a better future.
From the abuses of a callous conservatism (which is not all conservatism) and the trends within families, we should defend what we find revealing and true while on our way toward life’s transition. We should embrace that which we have discovered for the hope of our eternal growth. Simply, this effort is about the zest of thought and the desire to understand.
This expedition for truth is, finally, a pursuit of “vibes” and feelings conveyed with a voice only one’s soul may hear.