My mom has Altzheimers, a brutal disease, most of you know that. Her doctor is a Muslim. His name is Islam, actually. I have his cell number, he has mine. He’s answered my call at 1 am on a Sunday morning.

He calls her “Mama” and hugs her when he sees her. He calls me “Billy”, actually BEELEE. I’ve seen him have tears of frustration in his eyes as we try to work together dealing with congestive heart failure, kidney failure, pain management and a whole slew of of elder care challenges. We have had many heart to heart talks about palliative care and exactly that means and what we are dealing with here. “This is not the place for heroics, Beelee, this is about caring and comfort.”

I met him in the ER at St. Lukes about 4 years ago. He announced, grinning ear to ear that morning, that “today was your lucky day.” It was.

I am really glad he was not banned from entering the country by some group of scared, hate filled jerks.

Just my two cents.