> > Michael Goforth: Give the children gift of health
> > By MICHAEL GOFORTH
> > columnist
> > January 28, 2007
> >
> http://www.tcpalm.com/tcp/opinion_columnists/article/0,2821,TCP_24463_5
> 30803
> > 8,00.html
> >
> Phil, I can't access this website w/ paying.   :)   Would it be illegal
> for
> you to copy/paste to this list?
> TIA,
> Kath

Right, sorry about that. Here's the archive link, with the first part of the
article:

Michael Goforth: Give the children gift of health
By MICHAEL GOFORTH
columnist
January 28, 2007

http://209.85.165.104/search?q=cache:tHbkm2nJ59IJ:www.tcpalm.com/tcp/opinion
_columnists/article/0,2821,TCP_24463_5308038,00.html+%22Give+the+children+gi
ft+of+health&hl=en&ct=clnk&cd=1&gl=us

My first childhood memory takes place on a Saturday morning. My mother holds
my hand as we walk through the dark passageway and up the ancient wooden
stairs - the stairs creaking with each step - to the second floor of the
downtown building. 

In the waiting room of Dr. Hord's office are comic books, magazines and the
grinding sounds of slow-moving drills and cries and screeches of pain and
the smell of burning bone. 

The second floor window is open. There is no air conditioning. It's a hot
day and the dentist and I both sweat. He places his thick, cigarette-stained
fingers in my mouth as he examines my teeth. Soon, he gives me a shot of
Novocaine to ease some of the pain and begins to work on replacing one of my
cavities with a filling. I try to blank out the sounds and the smells, but I
can't. I spit blood - my blood - into a bowl with swirling water. 

When he is done, he gives me a lollipop that I place in my numb, drooling
mouth. 

That is my first memory. Not a birthday party. Not riding a tricycle. Not
jumping into the cool waters of a lake. My first memory is making a trip to
the dentist, one of countless I have taken since childhood. ...