Columnist Jeff Berry reflects on his emotional encounter with an HIV-positive woman
In early September of last year, I was attending the United States Conference on AIDS in Orlando, Fla., and running late for a dinner I had been invited to that evening. AIDS conferences are the endurance marathons for AIDS activists, from the moment you wake up until you hit your pillow late at night you are literally running from session to meeting to workshop to reception, just to get up and do it all over again. This goes on for a number of days, and you’re lucky if you get five to six hours of sleep each night. Invariably when you get home you are exhausted and spent — but in a good way.