Xavier Becerra: My family’s crisis taught me the value of health care

I learned what it feels like to have health insurance the day my mother was rushed to the hospital. I remember our fear and worry. I remember my father moving swiftly, decisively. And I remember that there was no question or hesitation to take my mother to the hospital. My father, a construction worker with a sixth-grade education, had health insurance through his union, Laborers’ Local 185 in Northern California. It meant we didn’t have to make a choice between my mother’s health and our family’s financial stability. Growing up, my family didn’t have much, but we did have access to health care — and importantly, the peace of mind that comes with it.