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Zeroing In: End Luzerne County’s foolish track record of loan forgiveness

Letter to the Editor: Harrisburg’s partisan politics put a spotlight on why Donald Trump so popular

I never talk about my time in hell, but enlightenment is a powerful thing. In 1988, I was seriously injured in a 50-foot fall and spent the next six months in the hospital.I spent the last three to four of those months at Magee Rehabilitation Hospital in Philadelphia. There was a black male nurse at Magee whose name I forget, but he always referred to himself as &#8220;Dr. Black.&#8221; The guy was so funny that he really should have been a comedian. Sometimes he could be too loud for some, but I got a kick out of him.Eventually, I realized that he did something more for me than just make me laugh. He became the bridge for me to make friends with the black patients. I was 17 at the time and had very little, if any, interaction with African-Americans. We were around the same age and would play cards together. All of us had something in common &#8211; we were paralyzed. I realized that in the whole scheme of things, we&#8217;re all the same. We all bleed red.The pope is right. We should build bridges and not walls.Thanks, Dr. Black, wherever you are.Bill MerkelWright Township

Letter to the Editor: ‘Dr. Black’ allowed young patient to see past color