I think you'd make a very good Maid Marion Mishel.
I haven't eaten all day and I can't say I feel hungry. What would happen if I stopped? We'd starve and nothing would get done. I've been terrible today. I've gone on strike! I still haven't cooked dinner but if I don't we'll never eat. It'll be a midnight snack tonight!!! I'd be sacked if I was employed!
There are hospitals/centres but the person has to be willing to attend! It just seems the same every time...if the person is happy, there's nothing they can do even if you're the one who's suffering! Crazy isn't it.
Like you say, we need a modern day Robin Hood!....well, we already have a Maid Marion! If all Irish people are like you, it must be a lovely country to live in. I bet you have a lovely accent too!
That reminds me....I have a poem I wrote some time ago....I'll just copy it below for you princess....
Angel of the Emerald Isle
She heals with her cross of crystalline white,
Nestling on her pure neck, shining brightly in the stillness of the night,
Embracing in her glittering golden dress,
Her twinkling eyes sparkle with immense warmth and kindness,
Affection abounds for all children on earth,
Her greatest love of immeasurable worth,
With her heavenly smile, no words need said,
She guards and protects as they sleep in their beds,
A motherly figure, her comforting arms surrounding and soothing,
Compassionate, sensitive, she senses all feeling,
Everlasting love emanating from her breath,
Floating upon the breeze encompassing the world from east to west,
This emerald angel from her Mother Eire,
Tender with her touch, her hands so fair,
She exudes only love from every strand of hair,
Her unique form of healing, the kind so very rare.