E.D.
Nope. I'm not comfortable with this, just as I am not comfortable watching a toddler run into the road, or a teenager drowning in a pool.
Yesterday my kids and I were driving home. At the stop light, I rolled down my window to hand an older fellow (total sweet heart + older man + big mental health issues) a snack, cigarette, and some change. The man and I exchanged a "god bless you", and I really felt grateful because he looked at me with such compassion and prayer.
As we pulled back into traffic and rolled up the window, my eldest said, "Mama, is that man going to die?"
It choked me right up. I do advocacy work (my unpaid passion) and see individuals fighting to change their lives. It's so hard. Such complex sets of barriers, and so much suffering. I get to see a lot of tragedies and a lot of miracles.
Whether the illness is in the heart or the brain, I am not able to turn my back on our populations of sick people. I just can't live like that. It will take generations to heal these deep fractures in our society. Best to start now.