Okay. Yesterday, that is, May 17, was the 20th anniversary of me being diagnosed with HIV. I had prepared a rather long, ponderous essay that, truth be told, was a downer. I did my best to keep it upbeat, but upon several rereads I became aware of the bitterness that had seeped through to the surface. I slapped myself a couple of times thinking that would shift my perspective to a better place. It didn’t really work.
Luckily, I interacted with some friends over the course of the day, most of them folk I’ve known for years, a few only a short while. I mentioned the anniversary to only one of those people and their response was encouraging. The others, well, I steered clear of self pity and did my best to interact in the present, focusing on realer, more tangible things.
At the end of the day, I sat back and realized how lucky I am. So, thank you Michael, Christopher, Ann, Jeff, and Teresa. Whether I’ve known you for just a few days or for over half of my life so far, I can say that I’m a better person for it. Thank you.