I waited and I waited for help but all the rich people just stared at me and kept eating.

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33. I don't think you can ever paint with such broad strokes

My parents were members of a club for many years and always treated everyone with dignity & respect. My dad,a doctor, died a little less than 2 years ago. Here's a story that perfectly encapsulates him. Last year after my dad died my mom was at a hospital in a city other than where my dad practiced medicine for many years. She got into a conversation with a man who was a respiratory technician and had moved there from the city where my dad practiced. It turns out he worked with my dad many years ago. Much to my mom's delight, he loved my dad. He said unlike many of the other doctors, my dad treated him as an equal member of the medical team, told him to call my dad by his first name where other doctors insisted on being referred to as Dr. So and So. Many of the people who worked in the club were patients of my dads and his memorial service was standing room only. Former employees of the club drove in from out of state to be there and share their stories.