Dear Sir,

Bermuda is truly becoming, in the words of a famous ex-premier, “Bermuda Inc.”

I am a patient of a well known establishment and I shall call my doctor Dr Feelgood and I, a Chronic Patient. This is simply to protect the guilty at this time.

I have been a patient of this establishment for over 25 years and as such, I have been MRI’d, EEG’d , X-ray’d, CAT’d to death. I estimate that I have added to the bottom line of this establishment a sum totaling not less than $150,000.

I have high blood pressure.

A few days ago, I needed to have a refill of my tablets and visited the pharmacy to do so. Unfortunately, the pharmacist informed me that my prescription had expired. I therefore called in to Dr FG’s office as I had done before and requested that they fax or call the pharmacy. This is synopsis of what happened.

Receptionist: Dr Feelgood’s office, how may I help you?

Chronic Patient: Hello my name is CP and I need you to call in a new prescription.

Receptionist: You will have to come in and pay us $10.00 first

CP: I am indisposed at the moment. Could you go ahead and I will come in as soon as I have completed a small chore (I had to return to a voluntary job where I was assisting).

Receptionist: Sorry. We have a policy.

CP: May I speak to a supervisor?

Eight minutes later

Supervisor: Hello how can I help?

I explained the situation to her and she solved the problem for me. She was very pleasant.

I gave her my credit card number and once again “God was in his kingdom and all was right with the world.”

As I hung up the phone and mulled over what had occurred, I wondered what would have happened if I were incapacitated or did not have a credit card. What of those persons who were in dire straits? Money is now truly King.

And as I pondered and pondered, I heard the voice of my former secretary whispering in my ear, “Mr C, why worry when you can pray!”

And so . . . Let us pray!

GATHA’S SON