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I’m not afraid to share business ideas because I know that 99% of the people who read my idea will be too lazy to execute on it, let alone steal it.A couple of ideas actually!My company Home | Building technology, bringing business to life can turn out simple, elegant SaaS business applications in 30–60 days.One way we’re getting interest in our business SaaS is by offering simple IT help desk support and then coming along later to up sell a custom business software fitted to their business.Most small business offices don’t have a dedicated IT person working for them and yet most of the employees always need help fixing their workstations.So by offering help desk support at say $50 per hour, you establish a relationship with the office with the goal of up selling them our business SaaS platform.This idea is not revolutionary and its being done everyday. But it is a fairly untapped market with high demand in the small business space.Second Idea:We’re going to build a inpatient and outpatient hospital directory that works kind of like a Slack app. Inpatient facilities are constantly scrambling to find outpatient facilities to transfer patients to.We will also create an secure/encrypted method for facilities to easily exchange medical records for the facility transfer.Facility social workers are using FB groups to announce these patient transfer requests. It’s not very efficient. LionStack is going to make it better.Feel free to steal my ideas. The problem is you don’t have my passion and enthusiasm to deliver on the execution.Cheers!

For our three children, we had a wonderful pediatrician who was very personable and always made time to talk with the kids, treating them like individuals. We also appreciated that her fees were reasonable.One day, we received notice that our doctor was moving from her modest office to a brand new posh building complete with valet, or paid parking. The suite had an enormous salt water aquarium filled with tang, puffer fish and striped eels (I’ve come to think of expensive fish tanks in a doctor’s office as an ominous sign).The new office was across town but we hung in there for a bit, soon to discover that we were charged for the copies of immunization records we used to get for free. We also noticed a pattern with the visits: our beloved pediatrician would enter the room like she was shot from a cannon, give a cursory exam and dispense a prescription based on symptoms listed on the intake form. We couldn’t get a word in edgewise before her hand was already on the door to leave. When we persisted in asking a question, she would half turn back toward us while keeping her hand on the door lever.We started referring to her as “Dr. Door Knob.”Visits went from 8–10 minutes to about 90 seconds.We assumed the change in character and practices was the result of some monetization seminar and the cost of feeding eels.When we received a marketing survey sponsored by the doctor, we answered candidly and were surprised to receive a terse call from an office administrator.We decided maybe it was time to find a new pediatrician.The last straw came when we requested transfer of our medical records and the former pediatrician refused to send them. Instead, we received a call telling us that we had an appointment for a checkup that we hadn’t scheduled.We canceled the appointment and again requested the medical records transfer.We received another uncomfortable call from the administrator asking if and why we intended to change physicians.When we explained our reasons once more, the administrator informed us that there would be a $100 fee to transfer the records. Initially, she seemed to imply that the fee would be per child. When we baulked, she relented to the single fee of $100.We made the switch and never looked back.

When I was 20 weeks pregnant with my second child in 1982 I had a sonogram during an emergency room visit after a heavy vaginal bleeding event. The test took forever, but having never had a sonogram before, I didn't know that wasn't normal. When the doctor returned after the test, he said the placenta had attached very close to the birth canal, which had contributed to the bleeding event . . . . but, it also appeared the baby had no kidneys. The baby's preliminary diagnosis was Potter Syndrome (aka renal agenesis) in which kidneys are either rudimentary or absent.We were literally in process of moving from one city to another and had a moving truck already half loaded waiting in front of our house when I went to the hospital. I was placed on bed rest and spent the next week at my grandmother's house. My husband, his best friend, and my father finished loading that truck and moved us into our new place sixty miles away. My OBGYN had told me I needed another sonogram ASAP to confirm this diagnosis and gave me the name of a doctor he knew in the new city.I made an appointment via telephone, and after a tearful week, my husband and father came to get me. My appointment was the following week. We had no insurance at the beginning of the pregnancy, so we were making regular cash payments to my original doctor. I had spoken to my new doctor's staff in the intervening week, and was told I would have to pay for my visit and the routine bloodwork, pap smear and other labs on the day of the visit. We were cash strapped after the moving expenses we'd had and I was worried about money.I explained my issue, and told them I didn't want to repeat all those tests. I wanted to just be seen and to schedule a sonogram. I also told them I was expecting a refund of excess monies already paid to my first doctor, and I wanted to transfer my records so I wouldn't have to pay for these tests twice. Once received, I would immediately pay those excess funds over to them. They were unmoved. I asked to speak to the doctor, and was ultimately contacted by his partner, who assured me they would wait for payment and not repeat the tests.On the day of the appointment the reception staff found no record of my conversation with the partner. The woman at the desk insisted I pay for that day's visit and the labs I would have. The partner was not in the building, so I couldn't talk to him. I was an emotional wreck, as you can imagine and I couldn't help but sob in the waiting room. I called my husband from their desk phone (we had no cell phones in 1982) and tearfully told him what was going on. I should tell you that he is legally blind and cannot drive, or he'd have rushed to my side at that moment. We agreed to just write them a damn check, to allow all the labs except the pap smear, and to tell the doctor what had happened when I saw him so I could get my sonogram scheduled.I sat through unnecessary blood work and then pointlessly peed in a cup for them. I also signed paperwork authorizing the transfer of my medical records. When I saw the doctor and explained my whole situation, he was a completely callous, heartless ass. He did a pelvic exam and, even though I had made it clear I did not want a pap smear, HE DID ONE ANYWAY without my knowledge or consent, and without payment. He told me I didn't need a sonogram and that I should go home and wait to deliver my baby. He was “sure” it would be healthy.After I got home, I called my original doctor to ask his advice. He immediately gave me another doctor's name and apologized for my horrible experience. He promised to expedite my refund and encouraged me to call him if I had any other issues. This third doctor was an absolute saint, and given my issue, his staff got me in right away. I suspect my first doctor called him with a heads up because it was a nurturing experience and not the torture I had gone through with doctor number two.I mentioned earlier that I had signed an authorization to transfer my medical records from doctor one to doctor two. That transfer did happen. When doctor three asked for my records from the medical monster's office, they held my records for ransom because I hadn't paid for that redundant pap smear. I had to pay for it in order get them to release my records. I was so fragile emotionally that I just did it.Before he would allow his staff to release my records, doctor two called me personally to discuss why I didn't want to continue to see him. I am not a confrontational person, but I told him what his staff did to me, and what he had done. I told him I would never, ever set foot in his office again, and that I wanted my records transferred immediately. Stunningly, he agreed, and he said he would refund everything I'd paid him, EXCEPT THE FEE FOR THE PAP SMEAR, because that specific test was done outside his office. I just wanted to stop talking to this awful man and I hung up.On October 16, 1982, my 3 lb., 13 oz. daughter was delivered 8 weeks early by doctor three. She lived for about 30 minutes. My doctor asked for permission to request an autopsy, which we agreed to. We wanted other children and needed to understand the risk of recurrence. It wasn't until we discussed the autopsy results with my doctor, that we learned that the person who did her autopsy was the very doctor who had told me to go home and wait for my healthy baby to be born. I was disgusted to think he had even touched her. Indeed, this was the man who confirmed her cause of death as Potter Syndrome. Now, forty years later, I think there was an element of karma in all of that. I sincerely hope he learned to treat people with compassion.