Healthy Living

Leap of Faith

When Bryon discussed the idea of going to Mexico to get our dental work done, I was terrified.  I had an important training scheduled five days after we returned, an impossible amount of time to fix anything.  Throughout the process, I required constant reassurance that I wasn’t going to return with a great big hole in the middle of my mouth.  All I could envision was a toothless smile as I kicked off the conference to a room full of attendees, many of them friends and co-workers. As I managed my fear and reservations, I learned a few things about myself.

 

I was nursed on American exceptionalism.  My mother brought me home from the hospital to an Air Force base in San Antonio, Texas.  My father, then serving in the Air Force as an officer, was following his father’s legacy.  My grandfather, called Colonel by all who knew him, had devoted his life to the service of his country.  When I graduated from college the picture of the young Vietnamese girl running from nepalm was one of many things that motivated me to serve my country in a different way.  I choose the Peace Corps instead.  Later, after obtaining my master’s degree in occupational therapy, I served in AmeriCorps.  I believed in my country.  So why would I choose to travel to Mexico, the same country our president believes should be separated by a wall and Is full of criminals and rapists, to have dental work done.  I was convinced that it would be inferior because of the idea, as much a part of me as my brown eyes, that America is the best.

 

I had to take a leap of faith.

 

The dental office at first glance looked much like the dental offices that I had been to in the United States.  It was clean and a television tuned to CNN distracted me from my thoughts of the upcoming process.  However, there were a few differences.  Radiological services beyond simple x-rays aren't provided at most dental offices in Mexico And we had to go to another location to get the more detailed CT scans of our mouths.  Many dental offices in the United States complete that procedure in the same office.  In Mexico, that service is a standalone business (CT Scans R Us) and unlike our dentist, they didn’t accept Visa so a trip to the Radiologist also required a stop at the bank.  It was probably worth the stop though because we paid just $80 for something that may have cost thousands back home.  (More on that later).  Our visits needed to be spread out over a few days and Dr. Delgado even figured that into our treatment plan so that we could get everything done and still take full advantage  of the fact that we had traveled to one of the most beautiful beaches in the world, surrounded by natural wonders and surrounded by historic sites, to get it done.  

 

Another difference was the amount of time that the dentist spent going over the results with me.  For the first time since I had lost the back part of my tooth, I felt that I understood my mouth.  The only discussions I had about treatment in the US centered on finance. We talked about the timing and cost of different options but never about necessity or most probable outcome. Dr. Delgado took the time to explain how a number of possible solutions may (or may not) solve the specific issues I was having in my mouth. He wasn’t trying to scare me, but he did discuss risks that had not been mentioned before and showed how the solution I had thought would be permanent back in the US was likely just the start of another problem down the road. He took the time to show me how the braces I had as a youth and an accident I had in high school didn’t make me a good candidate for the “textbook” solution for someone with my specific problems.   I have no doubt about whether the dentists I had seen in the states were competent or whether they had studied from those same textbooks. I do have some doubt now about whether they had bothered to actually look in my mouth. All things considered, I'd have to say that our overall care in Mexico was, exceptional.

 

The last difference, our real motivation with making the trip, was the cost.  This trip challenged my belief that the United States is the best.  We flew to Mexico for over a week.  We stayed in an adorable little apartment just three blocks from the beach, with an intimate little hot tub tucked away on the roof.  We biked across Cozumel and ate our anniversary dinner at a restaurant on the beach where the waves sometimes lapped up on our bare toes in the sand.  We visited the archaeological ruins at Tulum. We ate amazing food.  We visited beautiful places and met interesting people.  We got all of our dental work done and for all of those things together we spent HALF as much as just the dental work was going to cost back home.

 

I still believe in this country and the people who make it great.  Everyday, I see sacrifice and people working together for a better tomorrow.  We care about our neighbors and we celebrate our children.  We build beautiful shining cities and preserve our natural wonders. But there is nothing particularly exceptional about any of those things.  When we told friends and family that we planned to travel to Mexico for some fairly advanced dental work their most common response was, “Are you sure it’s safe?” We are hardly experts on this matter but according to Wikipedia there are about 120 million people in Mexico and from our rather limited observations it seems fairly safe to say that the vast majority of them have teeth.  I think it is safe to say that their dental professionals must know something.  The American exceptionalism I experienced as a child was born of fantastic stories about saving the world from tyrants or putting a man on the moon. It was based on the fact, not just the belief, that we could do things that no other country could. Now I feel as though that pride is rooted less in our extraordinary accomplishments and more in our misperceptions about the lack of them in the rest of the world. Perhaps there was a time that  we were simply better than everybody else at things like science and medicine. Perhaps the only thing truly exceptional about us now is our lingering belief that that we still are.

Learn More

Social Justice

And the Guilt Goes To.......

By Kambia Bothun

When looking into the details of the events surrounding the Holocaust, a conclusion can be drawn as to who should hold some blame and how much of the blame they should hold, but perhaps it is more important to wonder why we ask who is guilty at all. There is now no way that the placement of guilt can provide justice for the events. More importantly there was no way a placement of guilt could have provided justice at the time either. When reading into history, it becomes easy to determine who was is the right and wrong, but are we asking who is guilty to seek justice or to determine how to not let it happen again? One of the most astonishing things to realize when reading Marion Kaplan, Between Dignity and Despair Jewish Life in Nazi Germany through the events of and leading up to the Holocaust is realizing that anyone could have been guilty and to some extent everyone was. The German people did not have a special set of traits that made them the ideal nation for such events to occur. Anti-semitism, or prejudice overall, may be ingrained to human nature to the slightest extent, but it takes a perfect combination of environmental factors and pressures to turn prejudice into the murder of millions of people. Even in today’s society, “modern governments that wish to commit mass murder will seldom fail in their efforts for being unable to induce ‘ordinary men’ to become their ‘willing executioners’” . Today we turn this guilt into reflection. We must understand everybody’s role in the travesty, but aim to place guilt not to punish, but to prevent. Whether it be a commander of the Reserve Police Battalion, a policeman, or a middle-class German family, everyone had a responsibility to their fellow people to which they failed. Each person holds varying levels of guilt under differing circumstances, but there is no justice to serve other than learning and refusing to let history repeat itself.

 

 

 

 

Learn More

Emotional Well-Being.

I Choose Hope

Bitcoin- A Peaceful Revolution

As a fifty year old woman, I’m not a typical Bitcoin holder.  While I frequently use technology professionally and personally, I still need help to download apps and use punctuation in my texts.  Yes, I even check my spelling.  But I have embraced Bitcoin.  The recent downturn has been incredibly disappointing, but not for the reasons that so many articles talk about.  Sure it’s overwhelming when the price of a single Bitcoin drops more in one day than I make in a month.  However, the truth is that at its highest point, the amount Bitcoin we held wasn’t really life changing.  I will most likely never retire because I’m young enough to know that Social Security will be a memory of past generations by the time I need it.  Health care costs as I age will consume the money that I want to pass to my kids. Having enough money is myth, as long as the one percent continue to control and manipulate everything. The current system has quite simply let me down.

The real question that should be asked in the Bitcoin debate isn’t whether or not I trust Bitcoin.  The question should be why does anyone, who isn’t the top one percent, continue to trust the banks and government backed currencies.  Worldwide there have been so many banking and currency disasters that I can’t mention them all.  So I will revisit the banking crisis in 2008 in the US. “The 2008 financial crisis was the worst economic disaster since the Great Depression of 1929. It occurred despite aggressive efforts by the Federal Reserve and Treasury Department to prevent the U.S. banking system from collapsing.”  according to Kimberly Amadeo from The Balance.   I admit I'm not an economist but I couldn't understand why the government choose to give the money to the corrupt bankers who caused the crisis in the first place? Why not give it to the homeowners to get current with their payments? So I don't trust bankers. I feel bullied that until now there hasn't been another way. Fees at the ATM, fees to use electronic check pay, higher interest returns for those with more money and lower interest loans for the wealthy demonstrate how inequitable the banking system is for the rest of us. I don't trust banks.

Bitcoin provides a way to interact more fairly. It is a system that helps redistribute the wealth. Governments can't create more on the backs of normal people to pay off bankers who messed up. We all hold the information so we, normal people world wide, hold them accountable. We are in a class war despite what either side of the aisle wants you to believe. As a country we continue to go further into debt, while most of us don't feel the benefit. Our children carry more debt than any generation before them trying to make a better life for themselves.

So I am sticking with Bitcoin. Hoping for the day that I can use it on my phone at Target to pay for groceries.  Do I falter when the price drops at such alarming rates? I realize that the rich know that if everyone chose to use Bitcoin the millions of dollars they own would be worth less. Of course they are invested in short selling the futures in a hope to manipulate the price. Instead I am hopeful that a lower price helped someone else like me, the hard working fading middle class, get in and join the revolution.  Bitcoin isn't a bubble.  It is a peaceful revolution.

Learn More

Podcast

Check out our new podcasts.  We explore issues and topics with community members regarding healthy living, social justice and emotional well being

RSS The Progressive — A voice for peace, social justice, and the common good

RSS Wellness

RSS Bluestem Prairie

  • Fodder, habitat & education: have yourself a merry bee-wash free National Pollinator Week June 19, 2018
    Bluestem is back after an unanticipated delay in posting, as our gardens got a bit ahead of us, as did our partner's family business. One of the projects this weekend was creation of a pollinator garden in honor of National Pollinator Week. We'll be posting pictures as it grows out and as we secure some […]
    Sally Jo Sorensen
  • Jumping on trampolines while black: Jones, ACLU challenge Faribault's rental ordinance June 14, 2018
    At the Faribault Daily News, Gunnar Olson reports in Jones family, rental ordinance at the heart of ACLU lawsuit against city: Family barbecues and kids jumping on trampolines were a constant in Thelma Jones’ Faribault backyard, but during her five years in the rental home, police were called to her residence 82 times, laying the […]
    Sally Jo Sorensen
  • Wonder about Winona County's frac sand mining ban? Watch "Promise in the Sand" documentary June 11, 2018
    At the LaCrosse Tribune, Steve Rundio takes an in-depth look at Wendy Johnson and Jim Tittle's post-boom documentary about frac sand mining in Southwest Wisconsin in Sand documentary features stories from Hixton, Tomah: Dwight and Ruth Swenson witnessed a bluff disappear next to their property near Hixton in Jackson County. “It feels like an earthquake […]
    Sally Jo Sorensen

Next Steps...

Join our community by sending us an email.  We will let you know of upcoming topics and give you a chance to tell us what you would like to know more about to create a better life through healthy living, social justice and emotional well being.