Forbes February 20, 2020
After a friend’s dad passed away in a motorcycle accident, I promised myself I’d never hop onto one… Until a friend convinced me to give it a try in Bali last winter.
I hopped on.
We rode through the jungle for two minutes.
And a bug flew into my eye.
That turned into six doctor’s visits, a flight home to Los Angeles, a virus in my eye, and a $7,000 medical bill that my insurance wouldn’t cover. After shelling out $6,000 a year to have health insurance in the first place as an entrepreneur, I couldn’t help but wonder: do I live in a country where people cannot afford their own health?
Let’s face it, as much as it hurt...