"Go and ride the sun away, run away, like it's simple, like it's right"
I've had more of hospitals and urgent care centers then I'd care to count. Both Julia and Susannah have been to the hospital. Susannah is still there. And I wait in the waiting room always hoping I can help. But all I can offer is my presence, which isn't much. So I watch bad, bad television programs and watch a parade of poor poor people walk in and out.
Poor in every way. Economically. Socially. And now sick. many of them children.
As Andy and I were sitting in the waiting room all I can think is how lucky I am. How lucky we all are.
There was this adorable 5 yr old girl who talked to us as her mother miscarried the child that would have been her brother or sister. Between telling us her ABC's, she told us of how her dad was in prison, but when he got out he was going to help her find her lost dog. She smiled as she told us that Barbies were her only friends. She was proud to almost be 6. She likes her teacher. She doesn't like being picked on by her many, many cousins.
There was this 5 year old girl who is already starting life, by no fault of her own, at a great, great disadvantage. And it isn't fair. And THAT is life for so many people.
I read the newspaper every day and pat myself on the back for being so enlightened. So progressive. See I DO care about people...not like George Bush. But at the end of the day, I don't get it. I don't get the reality, the harsh reality of what true hardship means. Of being 5 at an inner city hospital with a dad in jail.
Anyway, I'm sorry that my first update in so long is so somber. I'm gonna go to sleep now in my very messy, very empty apartment.
Get better Susannah. We love you.
Poor in every way. Economically. Socially. And now sick. many of them children.
As Andy and I were sitting in the waiting room all I can think is how lucky I am. How lucky we all are.
There was this adorable 5 yr old girl who talked to us as her mother miscarried the child that would have been her brother or sister. Between telling us her ABC's, she told us of how her dad was in prison, but when he got out he was going to help her find her lost dog. She smiled as she told us that Barbies were her only friends. She was proud to almost be 6. She likes her teacher. She doesn't like being picked on by her many, many cousins.
There was this 5 year old girl who is already starting life, by no fault of her own, at a great, great disadvantage. And it isn't fair. And THAT is life for so many people.
I read the newspaper every day and pat myself on the back for being so enlightened. So progressive. See I DO care about people...not like George Bush. But at the end of the day, I don't get it. I don't get the reality, the harsh reality of what true hardship means. Of being 5 at an inner city hospital with a dad in jail.
Anyway, I'm sorry that my first update in so long is so somber. I'm gonna go to sleep now in my very messy, very empty apartment.
Get better Susannah. We love you.