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A Rising Girl

            It was a sunny, warm morning. As soon as I got out of the shower, I already had in my mind that it would be a long, arduous day. The temperature would be around forty-five degrees, and the humidity was intense. As usual, my mother always made sure to leave our lunch ready so we would not be late for school.  My youngest brother, Daniel, and I had an extended walk to school. On average, the route could be done in thirty-five minutes, but most of the time my brother could not stand walking for too long and we always had to stop somewhere to rest. The place chosen was usually a convenience store located near the park, which was halfway between our house and the school. We were mesmerized with the candy and soft drinks on display, but it was a distant reality for us—one we would eventually have to accept.  After the separation of my parents, we moved from the great city of Sao Paulo to the city of Manaus, located in northern Brazil, where some relatives of my mother lived. Apparently, my mother decided to move closer to her family to receive support on the challenging path of raising her two young children as a single mother. However, it was not easy; our money was tight and by the end of the month we had almost nothing to eat. I often saw my mother put the last remaining food on our plates and when we asked if she would join us for dinner she always said, "I'm not hungry right now kids, but I’ll eat something later.", though “later” never seemed to come.

              The weather in Manaus throughout the year was very hot and humid; during the summer it was even more intense. These conditions made the commute to and from school a challenge. We could either take a public bus that had long routes and was typically hot and crowded, or walk for thirty-five minutes in the scorching sun. For the most part, we preferred to walk to school instead of taking ourselves on adventurous bus rides filled with people who at seven o’clock in the morning would have a strong aroma of sweat on their skin. However, as soon as I arrived at school, I would run to the bathroom to change my t-shirt after long walks under the intense sun of Manaus, I had to make sure that I would not be smelling like a skunk upon arriving to class. Being worried about my smell was only one of the things that went through my mind. Among them were my insatiable attempts to fit in with the rest of the students; the bullying was inevitable.  Our socioeconomic difference was clear, but I could tell that I had a friend there, and his name was Matheus. Tall, brown hair, honey-colored eyes, braces on his teeth, and a voice that differs him from the rest of the boys his age. At age 15 he already had a voice that could easily be confused with a robust man in his 35 years. Of all these characteristics there was one that was not readily apparent. He was gay. We came from two very different worlds, but we shared something in common: the feeling of being ignored. Although he was considered privileged in our society, he still suffered a lot of bullying due to his sexual orientation. This made us have a static connection when we first met. We had a very peculiar relationship; however, we related very well. I did not have much to offer besides being a loyal friend; however, he always invited me over to his house and paid for things. Not only Matheus but also his mother, Mrs. Emilia, was very kind and courteous with me.

 Every time we went to Matheus's house to study, Mrs. Emilia was always impeccable; nails done, her beautiful brushed blond hair and her makeup perfectly appropriate and matching her fabulous clothing from famous designers. The first time I met her I couldn’t deny noticing her eccentric appearance, yet her personality was sweet and her voice soft and delicate like the sound of the birds. She knew that Matheus was far from being the most popular boy in school, and my friendship with him was much appreciated by her. She always had a fascination in knowing more about me, but I tried to keep myself as quiet as possible. I never felt comfortable with my financial situation at that moment, and my shy side always predominated. It was not easy to face the drastic changes in my life that year because I was dealing with bullying, my hormones, and the separation of my parents.  As a result, my state of mind was affected but deep down I always carried the hope of someday accomplishing my greatest dream of not being another statistic.

               After a few months of arriving in Manaus, things were finally beginning to take shape; and the adjustment period was finally coming to an end. Although things at school remained the same, my life at home changed drastically. One of my fondest memories was coming home from school to a refrigerator full of fresh fruits and vegetables—something that was extremely rare before. In addition, my mother seemed to have more spare change laying around which afforded me the opportunity to purchase ice cream on the hot summer days. I never questioned where the money came from, but I was in fact always curious. One day, my mother pulled me aside and explained the situation, albeit a sensitive one.

              “Ana, could you please pass me the butter?” he asked me in a very soft and polite way. “Also, would you mind giving me the coffee?” We were all sitting down at the kitchen as a family, while mother finished preparing the rest of the pancakes. Daniel and I loved my mom’s pancakes filled with bananas and pecans, and every Sunday we had the pleasure of tasting those delights, though it seemed we were not the only ones to have the privilege to taste those. He was in his late forties, tall, long and dark hair, his features were heavy and his voice thick with authority. He didn’t look like someone that used to live in Manaus. For the most part we could tell he was smart and a good-looking guy, but was he a good fit for my mom? When my mom told us about her new relationship with Roberto a million things came through my mind. I couldn’t understand why such a good-looking guy with a decent amount of money in his bank account would see my mom as a potential girlfriend. Not that my mom wasn’t a nice person, or had anything bad related to her, but for the simple fact that she was a divorced, single mom with two kids, that would be enough to frighten any single guy. For a long period of time I kept myself skeptical about the whole situation; in addition, seeing my mom with another person who wasn’t my dad was not the most comfortable situation for me. Regardless of the fact, we had to learn how to adapt. He provided us with things that my mom would never be able to afford living on her own.

              After 6 months my mom and Roberto decided to move in together to a neighborhood called Ponta Negra in Manaus, filled with the most modern and fanciest homes in the city. I have the clearest memories on my mind from the day we drove past the gates from that fancy and secluded condo called, Laranjeiras. I knew from now on that my life would change drastically and my brother and I would finally have better opportunities. With the time, that heavy and dark shadow wouldn’t follow my thoughts anymore. I no longer had weights on my back, or negative thoughts on my mind every time I saw them together. Roberto acted to be someone that carried about us, and willing to move in with my mom and us seemed to be a big deal. We were far away from being the perfect traditional family, but as the days passed our affection grew more and more.

              Relocating to the new part of the city, we had to transfer to a new school. With our new financial situation, we could afford one of the best private schools in Manaus.  Having the opportunity to start over and stay away from all the bullying from my past school brought me a profound peaceful state of mind. But transferring to a new school also meant that I’d no longer have my friend, Matheus, around that often. Since we no longer frequented the same school, we used to spend long hours on the phone, sharing about our lives and concerns. And one day on the phone I remember saying: “Matheus, I know that right now things have settled down and Roberto proved to be a good person, but my gut tells me that he is still hiding something from us”. To calm me down, Matheus reminded me that I had the habit of overreacting sometimes, and that could be a perfect example of it. I didn’t have any concrete reason to feel that way, so I told myself to move on and forget about it.

              When Christmas time approached mother had a special idea of throwing a party at our house for our closest friends and family. From my mom’s side of the family we had the presence of my grandmother, my aunt and her three daughters, and her cousin. From Roberto’s family we had the pleasure of hosting more people than expected. Distant cousins and friends that were never around always decided to come whenever the word “party” was announced.  When dinner began Roberto decided to convoke everybody around the big marble table that we had on our dinning room to say the prayer; however, something unexpected happened.

                While Roberto gave his speech before dinner, he suddenly started to cough unceasingly, as my mom tried to help him, thinking that he had chocked on something he started to spit blood. His first attempt was trying to clean his bloody hands, pretending that nobody saw what was happening, but as clear as the sky that day, we knew he wasn’t doing fine.  “Ana, please call the emergency right now. We need to take him to the hospital as soon as possible”. Mother shouted to me, with a hearty and overly warm voice. She tried to act calm but was evident that she was shocked as everybody else in that room. After a couple minutes the only thing that I could remember is the paramedics getting inside the house with the stretcher and the medical equipment.  Everything happened really fast and in a very unexpected way. It wasn’t that kind of situation when you know that someone is very sick and something like that could happen any time. The thoughts that came through our minds was that he was hiding his health condition for a long time.

              My grandmother, Leia, stayed at home taking care of Daniel and me while mother headed up to the hospital with Roberto. After the big drama was over and everyone had left the house we tried to contact my mom to have any updates on Roberto’s situation; however, she hadn’t forgot her phone at home. Next morning, grandma woke us up and said that we needed to get ready soon to visit Roberto at the hospital; she said my mom had called during the night and wanted us to be there in the morning. Grandma’s face didn’t seem very hopeful, but deep down in my heart I needed to keep positive.

              Getting into the hospital mother came right away toward us and the only thing that she could do was hug us as tight as she could. I was able to predict that no good news was coming and wasn’t easy for any of us to get into that situation, but I needed to stay strong, strong for my mother that for the second time was losing her spouse. Noting compared with the first time when our father abandoned us and run away with a twenty-year-old, but still sad for her struggle. Finally, after recomposing herself mother had the strength to tell us what was going on. Roberto was in a final stage of his stomach cancer and didn’t had much time left. He was fighting through it for over eight months but being in such a advanced stage wasn’t much left to be done. The doctor gave him three weeks left.

              Mother had left the room with Daniel; they went to the cafeteria and was only me and Roberto at the room. He suddenly opens his eyes and say: “Make sure too keep being this wonderful girl that you are. I am very fortunate to have the opportunity to meet your mother and you guys, and as a final wish I want you to keep taking care of your mom and your younger brother.” I couldn’t hold my tears and starts to cry wishing it was just a bad dream, but it wasn’t, and I had to keep going. Before mother was back in the room Roberto had a cardiac arrest and died at ten forty-two in the night of August nineteen two thousand thirteen.

           Roberto came into our lives quickly and left us not only his fortune but the lesson of compassion with the ones in need and the desire to help it. Meeting us when we could barely afford what to eat make us very appreciative of his kindness and we wanted to give it back in a certain way to our community.  Since two thousand fifth teen mother has been administrating an ONG called Portas Abertas, where we provide help for families in need, offering for food, shelter, and free education delivering a better opportunity for the less fortunate ones. Last year with the help of our community as a whole and all the donations made, we helped over two hundred and fifty families in need. Besides all the upside downs that my family and I have been through, we see nowadays in the bigger picture that everything in life is a lesson that need to be learn. I appreciate the hard moments in my life because they helped me built my character and transform me in a better person. And no matter where Roberto is I know he has been looking after us.

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Have A Little bit of Regard.

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America’s Dental Gap Has Left People Relying on Pliers, Chisels, and Whiskey

September went out hot in East Tennessee. Caleb didn’t 
mind; he parked his lawn chair in a shallow pool of shade, clipped a small fan to its arm, lit a cigarette, and settled back to wait. It would be more than 12 hours before the free medical clinic opened its doors. Caleb had read about the clinic online, and that it was best to get there early. Hundreds of people were expected to show up. Caleb had driven up from Georgia to get a cracked tooth pulled. He’s a lean, hard-looking man with a scar running vertically down from his lower lip, the result of a getting bitten by a dog. His teeth are yellowed, many of them dark brown at the gum line. A few years ago, Caleb paid more than $2,000 to have three teeth extracted by a professional, a price that he considered ridiculous. He works odd jobs but wanted me to know that he isn’t poor: He earns enough to own his house and car. “But there’s nothing in the back pocket,” he explained. Since then he’s resorted to pulling teeth on his own, with a pair of hog-ring pliers that he modified for the job. One time he messed up and crushed an aching tooth, leaving a jagged stump embedded in his jaw; he went after that with a chisel and a hammer. He saved a neighbor $300 recently, he claimed, by pulling a tooth for him. “You know what that cost him? Two and a half shots of Wild Turkey 101.” On the ground beside Caleb sat Michael Sumers, a fellow Georgian with a long neck and wide, darting eyes. Sumers, who never saw a dentist as a child, hoped to get his remaining 14 teeth pulled. He’s only 46 years old. His mouth has hurt him almost constantly for the last five years, but he hasn’t been able to afford any help. Sumers lives on his disability check, and after paying $700 a month in rent, he doesn’t have much left. “I can’t eat steak without my teeth breaking,” he admitted.Chicken is what broke one of Jessica Taylor’s teeth. Another two were broken by her ex-husband’s fist, when he hit her in the mouth during a fight. I found Taylor sitting on the ground, her back to a tree, a pizza box beside her. “Now I’m here,” she said, explaining why she’d come to the clinic, “and he’s in hell.” Over on the far side of the lot, a group of women sat around a small barbecue grill, smoking cigarettes and flipping burgers: Beverly, April, Darlene, and Donna, a woman with a thin face and gray hair scraped back into a ponytail. All of them hoped to get their teeth worked on the following morning when the clinic opened. Beverly smiled, showing me how her two front teeth overlapped. Her parents divorced when she was little, Beverly told me, “and forgot which one was supposed to take care of it.” April, her sister, read about the clinic on Facebook and had been the first to pull into the parking lot that morning. At 9 am, when the clinic staff arrived to set up rows of dental chairs, April was there in a pink T-shirt, waiting on the sidewalk. 

 Of the countless ways in which poverty eats 
at the body, one of the most visible, and painful, is in our mouths. Teeth betray age, but also wealth, if they’re pearly and straight, or the emptiness of our pockets, if they’re missing, broken, rotted out. The American health-care system treats routine dental care as a luxury available only to those with the means to pay for it, making it vastly more difficult for millions of Americans to take care of their teeth. And the consequences can be far more profound than just negative effects on one’s appearance. In fact, they can be deadly. Wealthy Americans spend billions of dollars per year, collectively, to improve their smiles. Meanwhile, about a third of all people living in the United States struggle to pay for even basic dental care. The most common chronic illness in school-age children is tooth decay. Nearly a quarter of low-income children have decaying teeth, well above the national average; black and Hispanic children also experience higher rates of untreated decay. Neither Medicaid nor Medicare is required to cover dental procedures for adults, so coverage varies by state, and both the very poor and the elderly are often left to pay out of pocket. (Tennessee provides no dental coverage to anyone over 21.) In those states where Medicaid does cover dental care, benefits are limited. Even middle-class Americans can’t always afford necessary care, as private insurance often will not cover expensive procedures. Dental coverage improved modestly during the Obama administration, through an expansion of Medicaid and the state Children’s Health Insurance Program under the Affordable Care Act, but access remains patchy and wholly inadequate. The situation is made more difficult by the dearth of dentists in low-income communities. Less than half of the country’s dentists will treat Medicaid patients. As one dentist tells journalist Mary Otto in her 2017 book Teeth, while his colleagues “once exclusively focused upon fillings and extractions,” they “are nowadays considered providers of beauty.” Offering cosmetic procedures in wealthy cities and suburbs is far more lucrative than treating people in rural areas and poor neighborhoods—whitening alone is an $11-billion-a-year industry. The result is a geographic imbalance, with dentists clustered around the money. Nearly 55 million people live in areas officially considered to have a shortage of dental-care providers. At the pediatric dental clinic at the University of Illinois at Chicago, there’s a two-year waiting list for children who need dental surgery that requires anesthesia. All of this explains why Caleb and a few hundred other people slept in a parking lot overnight—in their cars, in tents, or out on the ground—and then gathered in the early-morning dark, waiting for the pop-up clinic to open its doors. Held at a sports arena outside Chattanooga, the clinic is one of dozens operated each year by the nonprofit organization Remote Area Medical. Appalachia is RAM’s home territory, but the group now runs weekend clinics in medically underserved areas across the United States, from California and Texas to Florida and New York, providing basic medical, dental, and vision care—as well as veterinary services, 
occasionally—fully free of charge. Dozens of doctors and dentists from across the country volunteer their services. The group’s founder, Stan Brock, was there to open the doors at 6 am. Brock is a tan, trim man of 81 with a clipped English accent; he is also a former wildlife-television star. (A quick search turns up photos of Brock holding a lion cub, a snake fatter than his arm, and a harpy eagle named Jezebel.)The idea for RAM came about after Brock found himself badly injured in a horseback-riding accident in a part of Guyana that was weeks away—on foot—from the nearest doctor. Initially, his intent was to fly doctors and medical supplies into remote regions of the world’s poorest countries. Brock got his pilot’s license and a small plane, and started flying medical missions into Haiti, Mexico, Guatemala, Venezuela, and Brazil. He founded RAM in 1985; a few years later, the mayor of Sneedville in northern Tennessee read about the group’s work in a newspaper. The local hospital had closed and the only dentist had left town, so the mayor asked Brock for help. Brock put a dental chair in the back of a pickup truck and drove to Sneedville, where more than 50 people lined up to have their teeth worked on. Ninety percent of RAM’s operations are now in the United States.��Little else has changed about the nature of Brock’s work in the two and a half decades since the Sneedville clinic, despite swings of the political pendulum and the passage of numerous health-care reform packages. When I asked Brock about common ailments among the thousands of people who attend RAM clinics each year, he said, “I can tell you that without any hesitation—it’s the same everywhere we go. They’re all there to see the dentist. They’re all there to see the eye doctor. They’re not there to see the medical doctor.” The health-care system treats the eyes and teeth as being distinct from the rest of the body—no matter that an infection that starts in the mouth can move quickly into the bloodstream and then throughout the body. Unlike many other acute physical problems, a cracked tooth or the gradual blurring of vision cannot be fixed in an emergency room. Nevertheless, more than 2 million people show up in the nation’s emergency rooms with dental pain each year, though hospitals can usually do little besides prescribe antibiotics and painkillers. 

 By the time the sky lightened, nearly 200 people had been ushered into the arena. Outside, the line still wrapped around the building. A woman at the back clutched a ticket numbered 631. Her teeth had been hurting her for a year and a half, but there was no guarantee she’d be seen. Inside, volunteers checked the patients in at rows of folding tables. Dental patients were sent to wait in the bleachers, which filled up quickly. One by one, the people in the bleachers were summoned to a chair overseen by Dr. Joseph Gambacorta, a dean at the School of Dental Medicine at the State University of New York at Buffalo. Gambacorta peered into their mouths to determine whether they needed fillings, a cleaning, or—as was most often the case—extractions. Thirty-six-year-old Jennifer Beard from Dayton, Tennessee, sat uneasily in the chair, her mouth open. She’d already lost all but eight of her teeth. “What do I need to do? I haven’t been to the dentist in a long time,” she admitted in an apologetic tone. “My mom and dad died, and I lost my job.” It took Gambacorta about 10 seconds to assess the damage: “I hate to tell you this, but you need them all out.” Preventing tooth decay doesn’t necessarily require a lot of money: Toothbrushes and floss don’t cost very much, Gambacorta pointed out. But it does require constant attention, and neglect is serious. One dental student who has volunteered at several RAM clinics told me about a man who arrived with a mouthful of rotting teeth; asked how often he brushed them, he replied, “Well, doc, I don’t.” Diet and habits like smoking also hasten decay. But all these risk factors are amplified by limited access to professional care. When routine care is unaffordable and decay goes untreated, minor problems can become critical. What starts out as a toothache can become an infection in the jawbone, which can then spread to the bloodstream. In one now-famous case initially reported by Mary Otto, a 12-year-old Maryland boy named Deamonte Driver died from an abscessed tooth that would have cost $80 to pull. Driver’s family had lost their Medicaid coverage, and his mother was preoccupied with trying to find a dentist for his brother, who had six rotted teeth. Driver died when the bacteria from his tooth spread to his brain—and after more than $200,000 in surgeries and six weeks in the hospital. “Six, eight, 10, 15, 16, and two,” Gambacorta said briskly to an assistant with a clipboard, naming the teeth that had to be extracted from the head of a fidgety 30-year-old who’d last seen a dentist nearly a decade ago, when he was in Navy boot camp. Gambacorta took a second look. “Are you sure you don’t want the bottom ones out, too?” he asked. “Put 18, 19, 31, and 32 on the list, too.”While some patients’ teeth were so decayed that Gambacorta had no choice but to recommend their removal, he hesitates to turn people into “dental cripples” unnecessarily. “Everyone’s eager to get them all out, but they don’t know what that means for after,” he told me. People assume that having dentures is easier than dealing with their rotted teeth, particularly if they’ve been in pain. But dentures come with their own complications, including the fact that people who use them tend to eat softer, less nutritious foods. On the main floor of the arena, behind a wall of green curtains, stood four parallel rows of dental chairs—50 in all. I found April, still wearing her pink shirt, waiting in chair 22, her gums already numbed. Caleb was in chair 13; he was quiet and nervous, with little of the nonchalance he’d projected the previous afternoon while describing his pliers. Later on, I found him smoking a cigarette in the parking lot, a new gap where his top left tooth had been. “It’s embarrassing,” he said of the gap. Still, he was grateful. He was getting free eyeglasses, too; he hadn’t realized how badly he needed them. Donna grinned at me from chair 25 as a third-year dental student prepared to pull four of her teeth. The first three came out easily, in a matter of minutes. But the fourth was stuck. It took the oral surgeon who was overseeing things a few swings of his right elbow, as if he were flapping a wing, to yank it free. Donna whimpered in pain, but a few minutes later, her mouth stuffed with gauze, she gave me a thumbs-up. The incessant ache she’d lived with for so long had already started to fade. 

 Over the course of two days, more than 
800 people received care from RAM. Sheila Barrow, a pretty woman of 55 with dimples and long blond hair, said it was the fourth RAM clinic she’d attended. This time, she was there to have one tooth filled and another pulled. Barrow has health insurance through Tennessee’s Medicaid program, but no dental or vision coverage. She worked for UPS, but after four knee surgeries, she’s now dependent on disability benefits. “They’ve been a lifesaver,” she said of the free clinics. “I don’t know what I’d do without them.” And yet it was clear that free clinics like RAM’s barely paper over the yawning dental-care gap. On Saturday afternoon, I found Michael Sumers in the parking lot, waiting for a ride home. All of his top teeth were gone. He’d gotten four pulled, not the 14 he was hoping for—there wasn’t enough time. Up in the bleachers, Gambacorta and another volunteer had discussed how to triage patients as it became clear that the need was greater than the number of dentists. Treating everyone in line meant that some people would have to choose between getting a tooth pulled or another one filled. It should be unnecessary to say that a system that requires people to spend the night in a parking lot to see a dentist, or to pull their own teeth with pliers, or that leaves an infected tooth to kill a child, is grotesquely broken. Yet there is no urgency for reform in Washington, particularly with the party in power more inclined toward cutting health benefits. Part of the fault belongs with dentists’ associations, which have fought proposals for a national health-care system as well as smaller-scale reforms, like giving hygienists more autonomy to provide preventive care in public schools. The fault also rests with the policy-makers who have ignored dental care entirely when debating overhauls to the health-insurance system. Vermont Senator Bernie Sanders and Maryland Representative Elijah Cummings have repeatedly introduced legislation to expand dental coverage through Medicare, Medicaid, the Affordable Care Act, and the Department of Veterans Affairs; the latest version, introduced in 2015, never received a committee vote in either chamber. Unless something changes in Washington, Brock predicted, “Remote Area Medical will be holding these events from now until kingdom come—instead of being where we should be, which is the Third World.”