When I was up
You would always come round
But when I needed a friend
Oh, you could never be foundI got a hole
Where my heart used to be
I wouldn’t treat a dog, no, no
The way you treated meCher, “I Wouldn’t Treat a Dog the Way You Treated Me”
Hey, Sen. Landrieu. Here’s another American who just wants “free health care.” Of course, that depends on your perspective.
As far as his private insurance company is concerned — you know, that “private market” you’re so keen on protecting? –he’s a “dog” siphoning off their potential profits. but as far as Ian Pearl is concerned, a guy with muscular distrophy who just wants to live.
I am not a “dog.” That’s what health insurance executives called me because I have a disease. I’m also not a “trainwreck,” another term they used for members like me.
Soon after I was born in 1972, I was diagnosed with muscular dystrophy. By the time I was six years old, I was confined to a wheelchair. Doctors doubted I would survive, but I inherited my parents’ determination, and I proved them wrong.
His insurance company would eventually come to understand the strength of the Pearl family’s determination.
