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Emma WatsonEmma Watson
Dear NHS, I first got to know you when my mum had issues with her diabetic pump when I was a child. My brother and I had to wait on our own while she was being seen. There were toys and it was comfortable and you were kind to us. I got to know you better when I broke my toe during that dance competition I was training for. You gave me gas and air and helped put it back into a normal (!) looking place. I felt I could trust you. Later, my brother broke his ribs during a sports match. You took care of him too. At university I went abroad. My new friend’s lung collapsed so I took him to hospital. The doctors wouldn’t see him until he could produce insurance papers. All the time he couldn’t breathe. I was terrified he’d die while trying to produce the right paperwork – I missed you. My best friend, her husband, her mum, her dad and her brother all work for you. They are family to me. I want to scream and cry in frustration when I see junior doctors striking because the work and the way the system has been drained makes the job feel impossible and untenable. They are the people I respect the most in my world and I hate that what they want to do, what they love to do, what they feel is honourable to do has been made hard to do or a difficult vocation for them to pursue. NHS, you’ve been there for me. You’ve been there for the people I love. YOU are one of the things that makes me proud to be British and now you are the thing keeping us together during this crisis. How can I possibly thank you enough? Just — Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.
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