Health Care Signs of the Times (Or, Get Your Big Plastic Jug NOW!)
In August I did some writing about health insurance, and in particular about the Pittsburgh shooting victim whose friends and family held a car wash to help raise funds to pay for her medical expenses. Change.org picked up on that post, and Robin Stelly commented on the Change.org post as follows:
Every person at birth should be issued a big plastic jug. When people become ill, they should tape their most endearing photos and a brief description of their illnesses to their plastic jugs. Then all they have to do is display the official containers at a local pizza shop – or something similar – and problem solved. More seriously ill people can apply to receive more big plastic jugs. I’m pretty sure that Sen. Coburn (R-OK) is planning to introduce this plan in response to “Obamacare” when the Senate returns from the district work period. I for one look forward to codifying our status as a nation of desperate beggers.
That comment really stuck with me. I’m sure we’ve all seen these types of containers at one place or another, and tossed some money into them here and there. After reading Robin’s comment, I thought maybe I’d start photographing them whenever I run across them. Of course I’d need to have my camera with me – though now that I have a new iPhone (purchased as an MMD – Mom Management Device), it’s much easier.
So herewith, my first offering of Big Plastic Jug Photos. If you are so inclined, take a photo of one in your neighborhood, and send it to me by email. Be sure to include a bit of info – general geographic location, what type of establishment it was found in.
My first field sighting was in my hometown, at the post office community bulletin board:
The next one came on another trip home. Just off the Bedford exit of the Pennsylvania turnpike is a combination gas station/conveniencestore/MdDonald’s. It was on the counter of the MdDonald’s that I found this big plastic jar.
The last one in the current batch of offerings was found in a small convenience store about halfway between my hometown and Point Marion, PA, that used to be known as the “9 to 9 store” because of its hours. I did not capture (entirely) in this photo the picture of the sweet little toddler with her lacy suncap and strawberry pink dress because I didn’t have the heart to plaster her photo all over my blog. Nor did I have the heart to ask the person behind the counter exactly why we were being asked to purchase ribbons on poor Callie’s behalf. I guessed cancer, or some similar devastating childhood misfortune, along with the usual story of parents working at low-wage jobs that did not provide insurance.
So there you have it. My first installment. I plan to keep taking pictures if I can, and I encourage you to as well. Even better, contact your senator and/or congressperson, and ask him or her if they think this is how those struggling on the margins of our society ought to be expected to get by when medical disaster strikes. Do we really want to be a Blanche DuBois nation, depending upon the kindness of strangers to pick up the tab for society’s least fortunate?
I guess we do. The Big Plastic Jugs don’t lie.