Everyone has been to the doctor, right? Make an appointment and go. Today, if you don’t have an appointment, or know a doctor, you can still go. Just pop into an urgent care facility and they will hook you up—sometimes literally, to a machine. In an emergency, drive to a hospital, leave your car running under the portico, and stagger inside. They’ll ask you what’s wrong. What’s ailing you? Do you hurt? Feel like you’re going to die? We got you baby.

My friend in Uganda took his ailing wife and one of their orphaned boys for medical help, urgent help… to 8 hospitals. Four hours of taxi rides looking for someone to treat them. 

Then, once inside, they had consultation for $100 behind door #1. Labs for $200 behind door #2. Beds for $200 behind door #3. Doctors for $300 behind door #4. Well, I’ll take door #3, Bob. Sorry, but you don’t have a choice. Run out of money before door #4 and you get shown the door, the one that leads to the street where the rest of the ailing who don’t have money suffer and die.

My friend’s wife roomed with a pregnant woman who the hospital staff told needed an emergency C-section. They gave her a price she could not pay. They walked out and left her crying where she lay. My buddy found out and gave the last of the funds he had for his own wife to the docs. $100 for a C-section. A boy was born. He was 2 months premature. Thank you Lord, mom and baby are doing fine.

Sounds crazy, but check into a hospital in Kampala, Uganda for treatment and run out of money, still owing for services, and they won’t let you out. They won’t let your kid out until you pay. Like debtor’s prison. Can’t get out until you pay but can’t pay until you get out to make money. Just nuts.

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