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Justin and I were both sick last week (with different issues) and on Friday we decided it was time to visit a doctor. Rachel took us to the local, public hospital, five minutes from our house, and it was an
interesting experience, to say the least. Any ideas you may have about third world country hospitals were probably proven true at this facility. After I told my mom about my visit, she suggested I open my eyes and heart to what God was trying to teach me with this experience (which, I admit, was
not what I was doing during the six hours I spent waiting in the hospital emergency room on Friday and Saturday; my thoughts then were far less charitable), and I think it's that Americans have no grounds to complain about the quality of healthcare or healthcare facilities in the United States. We should count our blessings and be grateful that we live in a country able to provide quick, efficient healthcare, as well as clean, sterile healthcare facilities. In the future, I will try to not complain about U.S. healthcare, and will also be praying for the improvements in healthcare system in El Salvador and other third-world countries.
