Sammielee24, I can tell you firsthand, that everything you are saying regarding Cuba is incorrect. You don't send meds to a family member in a country with universal healthcare unless they don't have it.
You hate Cuba that's obvious and I realize that the revolution by the people against the elite, might rankle your sense of what the world should be but it is what it is now.
My own family lived under humble circumstances. My grandfather repaired printing presses, and my grandmother was a secretary. They were not elites. My grandfather was so poor as a child that he had to drop out in 6th grade to work. He sold things on the street, at intersections and corners as a kid. My grandmother at least had high school and some vocational training.
The only person in my family that improved their lot was a grand aunt of mine. She was a Communist from the early days, and she was given an enormous house as a reward. Our system at least attempts to reward hard work and merit, not political connectedness. At least the rest of the family could visit on weekends for the family meal. Ten brothers and sisters. Lots of cousins and kids. That is a big family.
The revolution ruined a lifetime of hard work for my immediate family. When my grandfather had said "enough!" because my father was nearing the age for conscription and atheocommunist brainwash in the national service system, he applied for his visa. Like him, I left a cult for my own son.
They immediately made him turn in the keys to the house he had earned with the sweat of his labor (and grandmother's too) and bought with his own money and go live with my great grandmother. He could not sell it. He had to drive to another town and turn over the family Buick to the government so someone else could have it instead. He then had to figure out how the hell to get back home. They were homeless and reliant on the mercy of family for two years. My father would wake up early to make long lines for the family food ration. They were never high on the pecking order because they were filthy traitors. My folks got to know what hunger meant.
At the airport two years later, their luggage was searched and anything of value, be it gold or watches, were taken. They were called "escoria" which means scum. They were called "gusanos," which means worms. They had to come to America with a teenaged son and a newborn, to start all over again scrubbing toilets and cleaning offices at night. But my father and his sister are far better off here, than they would have been had my grandfather not sacrificed everything he owned for them. I am very proud of my grandfather. Eventually he got work as a mechanic, and my grandmother as a secretary. Two years after moving here, they had saved enough money to buy their first home.
Save me your Marxist rhetoric, Sammielee24. I know of what I speak here. It is so discredited only a fool could still believe it. Unbfortunately, the Cuban story has been repeated many times in many countries. All the abundance and goodness you enjoy here is a complete refutation of that ideology.
BTS