When my dad moved to Hollywood from Wales in the 1960s, his view of America was hopeful, if not a bit naive. He believed that this was the land of opportunity and the land of plenty. He worked hard at odd jobs while he pursued careers in film, radio and the stage. Soon though, he and my mom had three children, and his day-dreaming days were over. Because of the high cost of living on the coast, we moved to the midwest where his dreamer mentality and his strange accent were not accepted well. Consequently, he found it difficult to get permanent work. My parents had only one car, forcing him to walk miles every day looking for work. He wore holes in the soles of his shoes doing so without complaint. He suffered a heart attack a few years after our move to the midwest. He was hospitalized without health or life insurance. Two days later, he died. He died in a hospital that wasn't even equipped to handle heartattack patients. He was only transfered to the sister hospital with cardiac facilities as he was already code blue. He was a last priority case, due to our low income status and lack of insurance. If he'd had health insurance, he would have had preventitive care and likely would have not had a heart attack in the first place. I lost my father at aged ten due to the failing health care system in this country. My family was then plunged into deeper debt with medical bills. This event that happened twenty years ago effects my entire family to this day. This is happening every day everywhere in this country. This is more than just a political argument. This is a matter of human lives.