Ray9
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It’s 1955; I’m in a long line of tiny students snaking down a corridor at Symonds elementary school-I hear screams in the distance. The angst I feel is otherworldly while I wait for my turn to get “the shot”. How could my mother allow this to happen? Did she even know it was happening? I want to run away but I am shuffled down the corridor by teachers, nurses and school staff.
Mr. Thomas is there; a robust ex-Marine turned school principal that no one messes with. He’s hovering over the procession like a drill Sargent. Even the playground bullies are crying and he’s having none of it. Then I see the end of the line; a doctor is sitting in a chair accompanied by a large portly nurse wearing a dress patterned after a 55-gallon oil drum.
The color drains from my face as I watch the linebacker version of Florence Nightingale grab a struggling classmate and shove his head into her bosom in a bear hug. The doctor produces an instrument about the size of a Roman dagger filled with a red liquid-its red like blood! The screams of my poor recess buddy are muffled, and he is kicking like a fish on a hook. The barb finds its target, then silence as he walks away whimpering and holding his arm to see if it’s still there. I’m next!
The world is unfair and just a few years later my wife, whom I wouldn’t meet for two decades, got to drink her cure from a paper cup. Thanks to Jonas Salk none of us got Polio and had to suffer a lifelong infirmity like Mr. Evans, a male teacher at the school, that had a permanent hitch in his get-along.
We also need to give a big shoutout to Alexander Fleming, a sloppy researcher who observed that fungus kills bacteria. These heroes never got rich like the US politicians that sold us out to China that has complete control of the lifesaving and life-extending drugs we take as we age.
Things started out so well, but aristocratic greed set in from our leaders who handed over our health and prosperity to a nation that hates us. Thank God for Donald Trump. He is the only one who can save us from the rats that betrayed us by bringing back the manufacturing of essential medicines we need to stay alive.
Mr. Thomas is there; a robust ex-Marine turned school principal that no one messes with. He’s hovering over the procession like a drill Sargent. Even the playground bullies are crying and he’s having none of it. Then I see the end of the line; a doctor is sitting in a chair accompanied by a large portly nurse wearing a dress patterned after a 55-gallon oil drum.
The color drains from my face as I watch the linebacker version of Florence Nightingale grab a struggling classmate and shove his head into her bosom in a bear hug. The doctor produces an instrument about the size of a Roman dagger filled with a red liquid-its red like blood! The screams of my poor recess buddy are muffled, and he is kicking like a fish on a hook. The barb finds its target, then silence as he walks away whimpering and holding his arm to see if it’s still there. I’m next!
The world is unfair and just a few years later my wife, whom I wouldn’t meet for two decades, got to drink her cure from a paper cup. Thanks to Jonas Salk none of us got Polio and had to suffer a lifelong infirmity like Mr. Evans, a male teacher at the school, that had a permanent hitch in his get-along.
We also need to give a big shoutout to Alexander Fleming, a sloppy researcher who observed that fungus kills bacteria. These heroes never got rich like the US politicians that sold us out to China that has complete control of the lifesaving and life-extending drugs we take as we age.
Things started out so well, but aristocratic greed set in from our leaders who handed over our health and prosperity to a nation that hates us. Thank God for Donald Trump. He is the only one who can save us from the rats that betrayed us by bringing back the manufacturing of essential medicines we need to stay alive.