My family, like many other American families, is currently being ground under by the brutal and dehumanizing force that is the health insurance industry. Negotiating over the phone with those employed by this dishonest industry reminds me of the extent to which one who is by nature good can have their humanity subsumed by the Powers, Walter Wink's term for the spiritual (and generally demonic) aspect of corporate structures. The whole situation brings to mind the words of wisdom my Dad gave me as I left home to start my own life.
Bear in mind, as you read these words, that as an attorney, my father is a member of a similarly reviled profession, and so generally refuses to sit in judgment on how people choose to make their living:
As I walked out the door my father, who may have gone the last decade without so much as touching me, put his arm around me, looked deep into my eyes, and, voice trembling with the sort of emotion that he generally suppresses, said to me,
I want you to know you'll always be my son...
Unless you go to work for an insurance company.
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