Probably More Like 100 of Ours for 1 of Them

When suffering through the pain of rehabilitation from knee replacement, I remind myself; “You asked for this.” It’s a tremendous privilege to live in a country where you can elect to have a new knee and your insurance will pay for it.  I work with a man.  I am not sure he is an American citizen, never asked, don’t care.  He was helping me into the woods yesterday, my cane not being enough.  He told me his knee hurt also.  Seems a log had hit him in the knee.  I think he told me he was on a walker for a time and had fallen using it.  Our communication is hit or miss.  I pulled up my pants leg and showed him my scar.  He exclaimed, “How much cost?”  I wasn’t expecting the question because I had never thought of it.  It dawned on me again how fortunate I am to be an American.  I shrugged and said, “I don’t know.”   He said, “Oh, insurance!”  I nodded yes.  This is not a blog on our immigration crisis, it is about how fortunate I am to be an American.  I wish we could trade all our privileged whinners for all their willing workers.  I would also throw in most of our media, their ilk, and most of the government but we would have to sweeten the pot a little there, maybe 5 of ours for 1 of theirs.