To The Daily Sun,
I have Medicare, EBPA (the University system) and even a "fallback" medical insurance... and cringe when using them, knowing there are too many in New Hampshire with no coverage and who cannot even take a child in for check-ups or care. How can we be so selfish! And I began to think about some of what I've seen in the world:
In a remote African village one day, I came upon a health clinic, a small mud-hut, solid, immaculate, in spite of sand and soil blowing everywhere. There was a nurse attendant, but not an aspirin, a bandage, swabs or tongue depressors. The shelves were bare. Can you imagine the frustration of the young woman over what kind of medicine could she dispense! Clean old rags were wrapped around wounds, patients had to be brought overland to another village to have a bleeding wound stitched or to splint a broken extremity, and the really sick?... they just lie on a fresh bed of sorghum stocks....
In another village, a more hopeful occasion! I noticed a bit of a flurry among a few women looking way out, far across the desert and on the horizon was what looked to me like a small dust cloud forming, but they knew better, and called out, ululating (a trill), something to the other women and that message went throughout the village. The women, all with at least one or more children, scrambled from all directions to one place on the edge of the village and all had something tucked under an arm. I followed along. Here was a mud house, another clinic, in front of which these formerly wildly crazy and energetic ladies were lining up in absolute order, quietly with infants in arms, on backs, and some little ones clinging to their mom's boubous (traditional dress). And then I saw that that "something" they were carrying was a plastic bag containing a folder ... and while many of the women were in rags and tatters, that plastic bag and folder looked like they were brand new, but in fact, some of them were a few years old. By this time, I saw a few land rovers dashing across the desert towards us and as they came closer they slowed, keeping the sandstorm to a minimum and headed right to the clinic. And what was it? A contingent from Doctors without Borders. The women let out a loud greeting and the docs leapt out of their vehicles and without a moment's delay were set up to weigh each infant in a suspended scale, fitted with a diaper-like leather seat in which the child was placed. And next was a physical exam of the child from head to toe, and then inoculations. There was little noise, hardly a voice, perhaps an occasional infant might have given a startled outcry, but the older ones knew the routine and just waited their turn in line. In the plastic bag was the medical chart for each family's children which were consulted, considered and notations made of care given, or recommended and returned to the mom. I can't tell you how many they looked at but perhaps as many as 100, yet there was time for each child and mother, a kind word, a smile, some advice; all reassurance to those living in that outback village, in the middle of an ocean of sand, who knew that one day, they would see these visitors again, they were not forgotten, someone really cared.
I think of New Hampshire's 58,000 people without medical care and ask, why?
Last Updated on Monday, 26 August 2013 10:22
To The Daily Sun,
I was a first time competitor in last week's Timberman triathlon. As a beginner in the sport, I figured Timberman was a good choice for my first race. I grew up in Laconia, my first job was at Fay's Boat Yard, home course advantage!
As I talked to other triathletes everyone told me what a great race it is. How the residents and volunteers are some of the best in the country. Now that I have competed I know first hand it is true!
From the volunteers there at 4:30 a.m. checking, us nervous, athletes into transition to the wetsuit strippers, the first leg of the race went well. Then you encounter the families on the bike course risking an arm to hand us water on the fly! Encouraging us all to keep pedaling. Then you pass the fire station. The firefighters are out there yelling "keep pedaling you are almost there"! You finally get off your bike and start the run. The families on Scenic Drive are unbelievable. Out there with Bacon, live music, a hose to cool you off! High fives, water, sponges, soda and that tasty gel. Then finally into the finish area. People yelling your name, handing you your hat and water. Making sure you are okay.
The thing that impressed me the most — how many young kids gave up a Sunday to help me reach my goal! I thank you all!
Well done Lakes Region. See you next year.
Lake Placid, New York
Last Updated on Monday, 26 August 2013 10:17
To The Daily Sun,
The federal government receives approximately 250,000 new applicants for disability insurance each month. Although more and more services are becoming available to aid people with disabilities, the number of registered disabled people is climbing at an alarming rate (doubling every 15 years). We have perfected mechanical legs and artificial hips to help people walk. We have improved hearing aids to help people here. And we have computer programs that read for blind people. With these and other advances in medical science it makes no sense that these numbers are climbing so rapidly.
The most upsetting part about this paradox is that the government doesn't publicize disability claims it in the same way they do job reports. These numbers should be reported alongside welfare, unemployment, and job numbers. There are currently 9 million people in the United States that are classified as disabled peoples, qualifying them for government funded payments and health care. According to a recent study by reporter Chara Joff, more than half of the registered disabled people are fraudulent. People are fabricating stories and excuses in order to be considered unable to work. Not only are these fraudulent people stealing taxpayer dollars, but they are also offending those who actually need disabled insurance.
I wanted to personally verify Chara's research, so I set up an interview with a man who society deemed "unable to work". I asked him how he was disabled, and he responded, "Well, I have high blood pressure". After I told him that doesn't qualify him for disabled benefits he quickly informed me that he also had diabetes. I was shocked. The government is paying this gentleman over a thousand dollars each month and paying his health care bills. There are millions of people in corporate America that go to work every day in spite with one ailment or another. In spite of their illnesses, they still find a way to be productive. Where are we going to draw the line? As a country we need figure out a better way to identify those who are really in need.
Last Updated on Monday, 26 August 2013 10:07
To The Daily Sun,
On behalf of the LHS Band, colorguard and chorus students, we would like to thank the community for helping to make our weekly Saturday car washes so very successful! Any given Saturday, students from the three aforementioned groups have been out in front of the school washing vehicles of all types to earn money to travel to Toronto in April 2014, where they will compete and perform as a marching band, jazz band, select choir, and symphonic band. Students will be out for two more car washes — August 31 and September 7. Thank you again for your continued support!
Lisa Fortson, President
Laconia Sachem Band Boosters
Last Updated on Monday, 26 August 2013 09:56
To The Daily Sun,
A very big than you to all who supported the Yankee Fare held by the United Baptist Church in Lakeport on July 27. Most of all we are grateful to the local merchants who contributed so generously to our silent auction.
The monies raised are for the Vincent Ladd Memorial Campership Fund which each year sends children to Camp Sentinel in Center Tuftonboro.
Gail McCown, Sue Taylor, Rindy Carpenter, Peggy Fletcher and Joyce McMath
Co-chairs, Yankee Fare
Last Updated on Friday, 23 August 2013 10:44