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My manager at work contracted AIDS through a sexual partner in San Francisco in the 1970's. He spends $10,000 a year on medication, which puts his health through the wringer- he's frequently run down and tired, feverish, and almost always nauseous. But he's very open and positive; he doesn't dwell on the negatives in his life, but has chosen to embrace his friendships and makes each day worth living. He's coming to a chapter meeting and giving a talk to my sisters about living with AIDS and how important it is to practice safe sex and get tested frequently.
He has become one of the people I admire most.
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