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...hours a day" [VERBATIM, May 19]. It should be mighty encouraging to the U.S.'s uncounted millions of uninsured workers to know that their withholding taxes are helping pay for Cheney's round-the-clock medical care, even though these workers couldn't pry their way into their own doctor's office with a crowbar. Isn't there anything that would shame this rich-get-richer, poor-get-poorer Administration? Apparently not. GLENN HODGES Memphis, Tenn...
When we pulled off the highway and entered the hamlet of Pho Phra Doh, consternation furrowed the old doctor's brow. "This doesn't look like the place at all," he said. But then again, he hadn't been back for 32 years...
...recalls. "There were communists everywhere, more than 1,000 men, and I realized I'd stumbled upon their hideout. The leader introduced himself, put his gun under my chin and told me they shot government spies." Boonma was beaten and interrogated. "They kept screaming 'Spy,' and I kept saying 'Doctor.' I was blindfolded, and they made me drink something. It must have been opium because I lost track of time." Later he was put on a donkey, still masked and bound. "I thought they were going to take me to the jungle and shoot me," he says. Instead, they knocked...
...Back at Pho Phra Doh, Boonma hobbles off down a dirt track and stops with a triumphant smile before a ramshackle hut. A muscular Karen tribesman emerges, squints, then breaks into a smile. "It's the doctor," shouts the Karen, who introduces himself as Kanong. The last time they met, Kanong was a 13-year-old communist fighter. An old man appears, and Kanong says, "This is Noo, my father. Remember?" Boonma does. It's hard to forget someone who once held a gun under your chin. They shake hands. "No hard feelings," says Noo. "You're welcome here...
...incubator in the neonatal intensive-care unit of Peking Union Medical College Hospital in Beijing, I strolled past a row of bassinets containing other newborns. At the end lay a child with seaweed-colored skin stretched tight over his skull. I motioned to the young attending doctor, figuring she hadn't yet noticed his death. She had. The child's lungs were underdeveloped, she explained, and lack of oxygen at birth meant he would suffer severe mental and physical handicaps. The parents, preferring not to raise a disabled boy, asked the doctor to handle the matter. The physician, whose care...