Today I’m thinking about my dear friend L., who fought so hard for this day. And although she’s disappointed that we didn’t get to the public option (yet), her efforts helped get this historic health care bill to the finish line.
Most people look at her and see an accomplished young woman, a graduate of the Ivy League. They don’t know that she was so poor growing up, she and her mother once lived in a car.
Even most of the people who worked with her don’t know that her mother died from breast cancer – because she didn’t have health insurance.
Many’s the long hour we spent on the phone, her venting about how hard and how thankless her work was. (It’s far too easy to sit on the sidelines and criticize when you’re not the one working 12 hours a day, seven days a week.)
She did it because it was the right thing to do. But she also wanted to help keep other people from losing their mother.
We’re not all the way there yet. We all know that. But thanks to dedicated people like her, we’re a hell of a lot closer than we were.