Living for so many years with HIV I often reflect on things in the past and how I dealt with the many challenges that have come my way. Today I'm thinking about how grateful I am to have been able to go back to work part time. I remember in 1992, at only 35 years old being forced to stop working at my job at USPS as a letter carrier because the complications of AIDS made it impossible for me to do it any more. It was strange at first, now working after so many years, and I felt death was looming. Fortunately I had my son who was only twelve years old then and I spent most of my free time taking him to school and trying to spend as much time as I could with him. He gave me something to live for and strength.
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