I’ve seen countless people die over my career as an ER doctor. Told hundreds of families the tragic news. Odd thing is, they all scream the same. Tears have the same shape, the snot running down their face follows the same paths. They throw themselves on the ground and scream the same, and they pull at their hair and yell the same phrases over and over.

“NOT MY BOY, NOT MY BOY.” “MY BABY GIRL, OH DEAR GOD, OH DEAR GOD.” “NO,NO,NO!” Things like that.

I’ve kept many alive who go on to give their hearts, livers, tendons or kidneys to someone else. Funny you know, I’ve never seen a tattoo or an asterisk next to their organ donor status that says: “For Republican only...or not to be given to a Trump supporter.”

My kid just recently had his seventh knee surgery, fourth A.C.L. repair and a meniscus transplant that came from a “cadaver,” as some would say. I say it came from a person and not once did I sit in the waiting room and think to myself: “Sure hope that cartilage came from a dead guy that voted like I did.” My oldest son is in remission from leukemia, at one point he was faced with the prospect of needing a bone marrow transplant. Not once did I think: “Yeah, but let’s make sure whoever donates supports this issue, or this right, or this platform or never donated to this organization.”

To all of you who won’t bake a cake or serve an overpriced cheese board to someone you are ideological opposed to, shame on you. The very same people you choose to marginalize and freely call a Nazi or a Socialist, a Trump Parrot, a baby killer, a racist, or liberal feminist nut job is the very same person who most likely will come to your aid during the worst moments of your life.

America may be the most benevolent country in the history of our planet. It is a place where we came together and fought the tides of “real” fascism with the blood of our children. It is a place where we huddled together and grieved as one as men and women jumped a hundred stories to their death. It is a place where boats towed from the back of pickups sporting politically incorrect signage, and big men named Billy dressed in camo charge into rising flood waters to rescue all comers. It is a place where concerned reverends patrol the streets of our hardened neighborhoods, hoping to save just one child from making a horrible mistake. In simple terms, with all its boils and scars and imperfections, it is the greatest country on earth and filled with the most caring, honorable and giving mish mash of people the world has ever known. It is the chop suey of countries filled with whatever fits into the bowl at any given time, but it’s damn tasty even if you hate chestnuts.

To you on all sides who name call, harass, divide, obstruct, finger point, refuse to serve, bully from your pulpit or threaten honorable people from your soap box or late night talk shows just because they don’t vote, or pray, or love, or govern like you:

Shame on you.

Because, those you hate may just be the ones to give you their real heart or maybe a plug of their bone marrow one day.

Dr. Louis M. Profeta is an emergency physician practicing in Indianapolis. He is one of LinkedIn's Top Voices and the author of the critically acclaimed book, The Patient in Room Nine Says He's God. Feedback at louermd@att.net is welcomed.