As a member of the Sons of the American Revolution, I am enormously grateful to FDR for his salutation to the dawtuhs of that revolution: “Fellow immigrants.”
I am angry about the xenophobia stalking the United States. My ancestors showed up first in Virginia in the 1640 census. They were Quaker refugees from Britain. In 1810 they were teaching freed slaves to read and write, violating the heinous laws of Virginia. In 1812, the Quakers kicked them out because they mustered in the War of 1812. Later they migrated to western Georgia, near Lagrange, thence into Alabama, settling in “Crewsville,” a place still on Google Maps, but it has been only a field for all of my 81 years.
Like thousands of others, I owe my life to the care and skill of recent immigrants.
In October 2013 I weighed 319 pounds, was on insulin twice a day, on tanked oxygen 24/7, had a 60” waist, and had sleep apnea. Then a major change happened:
This morning I weigh 158” (less than half of my former body weight), have a 36” waist (down 24”). I have not required insulin or tanked oxygen since 2014, and I no longer have sleep apnea.
All of this happened because of my primary physician, Dr. Khalil Kaid. I lost my appetite in October 2013, and before it returned, I had lost about 15 pounds. Dr. Kaid said that was a good thing and suggested that I try exercise.
When you have been chronically obese most of your life and somehow make it to 76, my age in October 2013, physicians rarely ask you to make choices that you have rejected most of your life. But Dr. Kaid seized the opportunity with his gentle smile and obvious concern that I live well.
Two years later, in October 2015 I reached my current range of 160’-170’.
Dr. Khalil Kaid nudged me to have a good life. I am enormously grateful.