A Rant About Money
I have a friend whose mother died four years ago following a long bout with cancer. My friend’s father has now died just recently, and my friend’s family is discovering there are big bills still due for their mom’ s chemotherapy four years ago. $140,000+. Dad has been paying on the bill, but since he’d been retired with no big pension, the payments were pretty small. $140,000+ None of the surviving children are making big bucks. But they’re intent on paying off all the estate bills they can. $140,000+. One bill. I don’t know how much else might be due from docs, hospitals, drug companies, home health care, drug stores, supplies, etc. etc. But I know about $140,000.
At the same time, I note that Steven Jackson gets paid $7.7 million a year to play football for the Rams. If they play all 16 games (painful as that will be to watch!), Steve will get $481,250 per game. $120,312 per 15-minute quarter. $8,020.83 per minute on the field. It would take him 17 minutes of playing time to pay my friend’s $140,000 bill.
Do we really deem Steve Jackson as that valuable?
Have we ever charged people seat licenses to get into a hospital or school? Maybe if Steve J were in the next bed.
Are we really that willing to pay to be entertained, while our children go ignorant and the cost health care for mothers and father becomes unmanageable?
What the hell is wrong with us? (I know the answer, I’m just expressing some frustration and rage). The more I see of this kind of thing, the more I think that we, as a society, deserve every economic slowdown, every market bubble burst, every financial spanking we get. And more. The fact that God has not melted us all down and started over is a sign of sheer absolute grace.
So yes, I think there will be plenty of football in hell. And the stands will be packed. And the game will take forever. But, there will be no cheering…