Long ago, I took my personal wellness to account, holding the belief that wise practices would shield me from the health challenges of my family. But yoga, exercise, meditation, and a healthy diet couldn’t dodge the bullet of genetics. An at-times debilitating and recurring illness cast me into the pre-existing condition black hole of care.
For the past three years, I’ve had only the Hope of 2014 and its Affordable Care Act to cling to as a respite from the insult of insurance industry practices added to my unwanted injury. If Willard Had Won, I would have no guarantee that securing the health of its citizens matters in my own land.