Malpractice Insurance
I got a phone call from the hospital on Valentine's Day. My wife and I were hosting the Bucks County Democratic Party Valentine's Day annual dance (held at private estate in Bucks County). Bad news.
When I arrived in Maricopa County, years later, I still had PTSD. My new psychiarst followed in the footsteps of others in the East. This caused me to determine to not be helpless in the face of accidents like those caused by teenage drunks.
As I progressed I had to acquire medical malpractice insurance. I worked the Good Samaritan trauma center on 2 and 3rd shift on weekends. If time is called enough, I solo to the cafeteria for a large chocolate chip cookie alone.
What it was like carrying a jump kit in my car at all times, is tough. They did not find the last broken bone in my wife's body until two weeks after she was hit by a teenage drunk with no insurance. As an officer in five of my corporations at the time, she and I were fully insured as deep pocket types of people.
Last week a person named Angel called me from an ICU (St Mary's in Tucson). We had sat together at his home where Liz and I were getting accupunctured by a Mexican doctor we see twice a month. He described his "heartburn". I rejected his story and told him to get with it when he next had symptoms. He did and got to the hospital before his heart attack really ensued.
Anyone who does not know the 1,2,3,4 test is stupid and dangerous to himself.
Angel called and Liz asked me if I could interupt trading to chat with Angel; he was calling from the ICU. I covered in a NY minute.
The last digits of my cell phone are 7654, what else would they be???
Reading people and their symptons is associated with malpractice insurance. If you are licensed, you have to not make mistakes and if you do, some kinds of people come after you with their lawyers, especially if you have "deep pockets".
Angel got a reprieve because he listened and did the right thing and saved his own life. He broke his leg a while back so he uses our pool for rehab.
Our foundation has one of its focusses on PTSD for all veterans. Trading turns out to be one of the ways to block PTSD as a vet's normal PTSD first mental recourse. If you can trade and aren't a bullshitter, then join up with a returning vet and teach him your style of trading. Anyone who has had more than one tour is a candidate for PTSD and it has a new special name. One of our board members was asked to report in at Ft Hood along with 35 other contract psychiatrists. A lot of things are really fucked up these days.
Another of our board members, born in '27 gave a talk in Sertoma at lunch Monday; he was a survivor of the ghetto and he was one of 7 in his company to survive defending the Golan Heights. He packs food boxes every work time for Sertoma. Get with it and help out.
Anyone can trade for up to 15 people who in turn, then can contribute one day a week in professional services to those who cannot affors services. Contribute scholarships to junior colleges to help out a peron whose family cannot afford college. Go to any school an tutor children under a committed service plan. You as a trader have the time and capital to help others.
Buy one of the clown suits for sale on ET and be a clown at a hospital in a children's ward.
Or go to school and have to have malpractice insurance when you work trauma; chances are that the local hamburger joint is going to pop bags of super burgers to the staff on weekends as a courtesy.
I got a phone call from the hospital on Valentine's Day. My wife and I were hosting the Bucks County Democratic Party Valentine's Day annual dance (held at private estate in Bucks County). Bad news.
When I arrived in Maricopa County, years later, I still had PTSD. My new psychiarst followed in the footsteps of others in the East. This caused me to determine to not be helpless in the face of accidents like those caused by teenage drunks.
As I progressed I had to acquire medical malpractice insurance. I worked the Good Samaritan trauma center on 2 and 3rd shift on weekends. If time is called enough, I solo to the cafeteria for a large chocolate chip cookie alone.
What it was like carrying a jump kit in my car at all times, is tough. They did not find the last broken bone in my wife's body until two weeks after she was hit by a teenage drunk with no insurance. As an officer in five of my corporations at the time, she and I were fully insured as deep pocket types of people.
Last week a person named Angel called me from an ICU (St Mary's in Tucson). We had sat together at his home where Liz and I were getting accupunctured by a Mexican doctor we see twice a month. He described his "heartburn". I rejected his story and told him to get with it when he next had symptoms. He did and got to the hospital before his heart attack really ensued.
Anyone who does not know the 1,2,3,4 test is stupid and dangerous to himself.
Angel called and Liz asked me if I could interupt trading to chat with Angel; he was calling from the ICU. I covered in a NY minute.
The last digits of my cell phone are 7654, what else would they be???
Reading people and their symptons is associated with malpractice insurance. If you are licensed, you have to not make mistakes and if you do, some kinds of people come after you with their lawyers, especially if you have "deep pockets".
Angel got a reprieve because he listened and did the right thing and saved his own life. He broke his leg a while back so he uses our pool for rehab.
Our foundation has one of its focusses on PTSD for all veterans. Trading turns out to be one of the ways to block PTSD as a vet's normal PTSD first mental recourse. If you can trade and aren't a bullshitter, then join up with a returning vet and teach him your style of trading. Anyone who has had more than one tour is a candidate for PTSD and it has a new special name. One of our board members was asked to report in at Ft Hood along with 35 other contract psychiatrists. A lot of things are really fucked up these days.
Another of our board members, born in '27 gave a talk in Sertoma at lunch Monday; he was a survivor of the ghetto and he was one of 7 in his company to survive defending the Golan Heights. He packs food boxes every work time for Sertoma. Get with it and help out.
Anyone can trade for up to 15 people who in turn, then can contribute one day a week in professional services to those who cannot affors services. Contribute scholarships to junior colleges to help out a peron whose family cannot afford college. Go to any school an tutor children under a committed service plan. You as a trader have the time and capital to help others.
Buy one of the clown suits for sale on ET and be a clown at a hospital in a children's ward.
Or go to school and have to have malpractice insurance when you work trauma; chances are that the local hamburger joint is going to pop bags of super burgers to the staff on weekends as a courtesy.
