When I finally left through the emergency room eight hours after my wife's arrival I was saddened to see, still patiently sitting in the same chair in the admitting waiting room, the same single mother (no ring, I looked) holding her young daughter with a bandaged head showing some minor bleeding. Along with the thirty or so others also still waiting, presumably all without insurance. Most just staring blankly ahead. Eight hours later. I'm not making that up.
I didn't have the heart to stop and tell her that she should be thankful for the level playing field that allowed her injured daughter to be treated by the best medical system in the world.