Some of you may not know, but in RL I am a doctor and I care for patients who have HIV/AIDs. It’s a very rewarding job, but sometimes it’s also heart breaking for me. Today I had a patient who confessed he was living out of his office and sleeping in a sleeping bag. He was sending the majority of his social security check to his mother to care for her, and therefore couldn’t afford food on a daily basis. He also couldn’t afford his medications and that was why his viral load had gone sky high and his CD4 count had depleted to 3 cells/ml.
Yet he could sit in my office today with a smile on his face and light shining from his eyes, and he said to me.. “At least I am alive. I’m here to live another day, and you have made me happy.”
And how could I not cry? Cry because he said something so kind to me, or cry for how ashamed I am about some of the things I have made “important” in my life. And then feel sorry for the small, petty indecencies that are committed toward one another online and offline. In the grand scheme of things, can you wake up and smile and say.. “At least I’m alive?”
If not, then I suggest you take some time. I will be.
Thanks for listening,
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