Growing up in the 80’s there were many Sunday afternoons that some form of rodeo was on. From what I remember they made it a timed event where the cowboy on horseback would run up next to the steer, then slide off the horse onto the steers neck, grabbing the horns and twisting to flip it to the ground. The timer stopped them the steers hip met the ground.
As a kid I thought “ok, so I guess that’s a thing.” As an adult I think about what it’s got to be like to be startled and try to run away, only for a shitty chiropractor to throw me to the ground, then celebrate.
I work in hospice, and can’t describe the anger and sadness I have at moments. I say moments because if I let it fester I’d be of no help.
Like the young woman that recently passed - a few years ago she was diagnosed with extremely high blood pressure in her 30s, so had to go on medication. Shortly after she lost her job and couldn’t afford it, so quit talking her meds. Next thing you know she had a stroke. A couple years later she has complications leading to another event, and now she’s dead.
Because lifesaving medicine and healthcare is too expensive, parents watched their child die.