The lush hills along Hana Highway
“So you’re a nurse in the hospital?” he asked, biting into his appetizer.
We were at a dinner celebrating the accomplishments of some pretty amazing people, all affiliated with the hospital. Thus, it wasn’t surprising he assumed I worked there too.
“I am, but now I work in the community full time,” I explained.
He blinked, a bit bewildered.
“When people lose their job, become uninsured, and they’re forced to go to a different clinic because their old doctor only takes private insurance, it’s not their fault, you know? Or when refugees are resettled in the States and they’re traumatized from war, can’t speak English, and get lost in the healthcare system, they need a place to go that understands them. Or the at risk, teen mothers who might not be able to afford the best hospital around….to me, I think they still deserve to have the best healthcare. Because if they can’t afford the best, or it’s unaccessible to them, then you have to go to them, to be where they are.” Well, that’s the way I see it.
“We need more people like you,” he nodded, like he understood it. Or seemed to.
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