A goal is a dream with a deadline.
11,768 days ago. 32 years, 2 months, 18 days. December 29, 1983. The day the air disappeared from the room. The doctor told me, “You have GRID.” GRID would eventually be known in this country as HIV/AIDS. My partner almost instantly died. He would become the first of many loves in my life to lose his battle with the virus. I am not sure why I am still alive. The medications have destroyed my body. It brought down my liver, compromised my kidneys, and now I fight each day with advanced, terminal cardiomyopathy. Doctors keep telling me my days are numbered. Obviously, God has bigger plans for me. Now the massive doses of medication (many taken since the advent of AZT), has me struggling with dementia (ARD). I am one of the lucky ones. I still get to be alive to accomplish goals much larger than my health complications. My steps may be smaller, my voice may not carry to the back of a room for hours on end, but my spirit still flourishes to help those needing the resources of our community. Help me, help them by simply using the donate button to assist many of the programs in my neighborhood. I want to volunteer to become part of the crew assisting the talented bicycle riders on their 300-mile journey. I love to believe I live because of the incredible people around me helping me reach my goals. Each of you makes a difference in the lives of people around you. Thank you for making a difference in my life too.
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