Of all the stories I've heard about AIDS, one thing stands out as the most bothersome. I can understand the social stigma, as we were brought up to savor greed and social struggle. So what else do we expect? For the world to care? That's too superficial in our modern times when everybody's minding their own business. There's no place for compassion in the society, but how about the family?
That's common among
AIDS victims. Their families leave them in isolation, trying to forget the blood that binds them. I saw a news story about a woman from India inflicted with the deadly virus. Her own family condemned her and tried to burn her alive. I couldn't believe it, but the woman survived. If it would have been me, I wouldn't want to live much longer with that kind of treatment and condemnation from my own family.
I admired her courage greater than any man. Her sole reason for struggling to survive was to tell the world her story and for others to understand them more. I've heard a lot of
stories from India about unjust treatment to women, but I couldn't even imagine that a country with a diverse tradition and religious belief could be so fierce and inhumane.
The woman from India was living under the health care of a social program. She refuses to die with AIDS, but with dignity and honor. I just wish that there would be more stories of survival and integrity to enlighten us all. This is not just a story of a woman with AIDS, but of a woman trying to make a change.
There are rare moments in life when even boys trickle with tears, soldiers do too. Women cherish it as an emotional release while men see it as weakness. But the inevitable fact is that our eyes flood with water when we're dealt with a strong emotion, e
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