Friends
The Bracelet attracted a twenty-eight year old man to our network of supporters.
“I had a former co-worker who has a friend that is positive from a blood transfusion, and she was wearing the bracelet. I asked her about it, and she told me about the [web] site… After checking your site and seeing the great support from so many important and public faces, of course, I had to purchase three bracelets to help support the cause: one for me, the other two for two of my friends. Since that day I have never left my house without that bracelet on. Thanks again for all the great work to bring awareness and to help find a cure for such an epidemic that is hurting people all over the world.”
“I had a former co-worker who has a friend that is positive from a blood transfusion, and she was wearing the bracelet. I asked her about it, and she told me about the [web] site… After checking your site and seeing the great support from so many important and public faces, of course, I had to purchase three bracelets to help support the cause: one for me, the other two for two of my friends. Since that day I have never left my house without that bracelet on. Thanks again for all the great work to bring awareness and to help find a cure for such an epidemic that is hurting people all over the world.”
A high school teacher grieves the plight of a young man who never caught a break in life. His formative years were marked by instability. His sexual orientation attracted ridicule, hostility, and (ultimately) a deadly illness.
“It seems unfair to me that Larry looked for normalcy and ordinary happiness for all of his 36 years, and never got it. He had a real hunger for everyday life, work and friends, and he was always defending against his crazy relatives, dodging and weaving while looking for a decent life. He died alone… The only comfort I can take is that I was always there for him – a mother figure who offered him just a glimpse of the life he could have had.”
“It seems unfair to me that Larry looked for normalcy and ordinary happiness for all of his 36 years, and never got it. He had a real hunger for everyday life, work and friends, and he was always defending against his crazy relatives, dodging and weaving while looking for a decent life. He died alone… The only comfort I can take is that I was always there for him – a mother figure who offered him just a glimpse of the life he could have had.”
