1/ You: "I remember when I told my mama. She started hollering and fell on the floor crying for Jesus."
Me: *raising eyebrows*
You: "I was like, 'Mama! Calm your ass down!'"
*laughter*
You: "But I get it. She was going on stuff she heard about HIV."
Me: *listening*
2/ You: "You woulda thought I was about to die right then and there the way she was carrying on."
Me: "Dang."
You: "She started talking in this somber ass voice like a old spiritual. Talking 'bout 'I'm heeeere for you, baby. Until the end.' I was like, 'The END?'"
*laughter*
3/ Me: "Had your mama seen somebody die from complications of AIDS?"
You: "No. She just got a porch to stand on." *shaking head* "I remember my neighbor sayin, 'That boy a yours gon' get the AIDS!' And my mama saying, 'Don't speak that curse over his life!'"
You sighed.
4/ Me: "Did you tell her right after you found out?"
You: "Chile, hell no. I BEEN known and was undetectable by the time I told her."
*laughter*
Me: "Did you tell her that?"
You: "Tell her what? That I had a good T-cell count and was undetectable? That didn't fit the picture."
5/ *silence*
Me: "Were you upset? When you first got diagnosed?"
You : *thinking* "Upset. Hmmm. Nah. I just kept it pushing."
Me: "Wow."
You paused for a moment, then chuckled to yourself.
You: "You want to hear something funny?"
Me: *listening*
6/ You: "I met this dude in a bar a long time ago. Damn, he was fine. Unnh!" *curls lips* "But then he tells me he got HIV, right? Right at the bar like no big deal."
Me: *listening*
You: "And it's funny--what he said that night about HIV stayed with me."
Me: "What'd he say?"
7/ You: "He said, 'Yeah, I got HIV. Shiiid, I take my meds and I keep it pushing. I'm gon' grow old and die of the same boring ass shit as your straight daddy and mama.'"
*laughter*
You: "And that was it. Then he bought me a drink. With his fine self."
We laughed again.
8/ You: "So when I first found out I was positive? I remembered him. I was like, 'Let's get me on these meds keep it pushing.' No slow singing or flower bringing. Chop chop. Let's just get this party started."
Me: *nodding*
You: "It's all about attitude, you know?"
Hmmm.
9/ You grew quiet. Your eyes rolled skyward and you gave. a tiny shrug.
You: "My mama ain't know no better. All she could go by was what people say."
Me: *slow nod*
You: "You know after that drink I never spoke to that dude from the bar again?"
Me: "No?"
You: "Nope."
10/ You: "But real talk? He saved my life. 'Cause before then, I was on the same shit my mama was on."
Me: *listening*
You: "I woulda thought this was a death sentence. And probably hid and kept it secret out of fear."
We both let those words sit for a bit before saying more.
11/ Finally you spoke again.
You : "You know? Little stuff you say to folks can make or break 'em. When you don't even realize it."
Me: "Ain't that the truth."
*pause*
Me: "Hey--did your mama ever come around?'
You: "Yeah she finally got up off the floor."
*laughter*
12/ You: "Now she out here telling any and every damn body that if you take your meds for HIV you can just keep it pushing like her son."
Me: "That's what's up."
Keep it pushing.
I'm so glad you shared that with me.
Especially now when I need it so much.
13/ You know? Little stuff you say to folks can make or break 'em. When you don't even realize it.
Shout out to the brother in the bar. And shout out to mama, too.
1/ The tone you took when communicating with me masked all that you were saying. The words tumbled out.
Short.
Cursory.
Stripped of the gentle pleasantries and deference that we all learned at some point.
Although clearly you’d learned other rules, too.
2/ You were saying a lot of things but my mind wandered. I imagined myself a tall man with a tawny combover with greying temples. With wizened blue eyes and crow’s feet bursting outward on porcelain skin.
Would you be talking to me this way if I were him?
Hmmm.
3/ Like, if he was me on paper but phenotypically him, you know?
A full professor who’d published things and built things and earned a reputation for his work. Who’d been a leader and who’d earned respect and who’d been doing this for a long time.
1/ Today I held a hand that needed to be held. You were so afraid. So, so afraid.
You: "I don't want to die from this."
Me: "I don't want you to, either."
You: "No, I mean this shot."
I opened my mouth and then closed it. Before I could speak, you had the phone to your ear.
2/ You called someone in your family. And then someone else. One said one thing. Another said something else.
You: "I just don't know."
Me: *listening*
You: "I don't know what to do."
Me: "Tell me what you are afraid of."
You: "Dying."
Dying.
3/ Me: "I think we're both scared of the same thing. I don't want you to die either. Or get disabled, you know?"
You took out your phone and called someone else. That person said you should get it. I wanted to say, "Hello! I'm a doctor! Ask me! I can answer questions!"
2/ Loooove that our kids got into appreciating the works of Dr. Pecou through recreating their OWN #DOPE interpretations!
Servant leadership outside of the hospital fuels our work inside. Grateful for @JackandJillInc & @dstinc1913 for continuing to be my service homes!
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3/ We teach our kids to go hard at fundraising so that we can meaningfully support nonprofits that serve our most vulnerable community members—many of whom come to Grady. So cool for them to learn and grow at the same time!
I was mindlessly scrolling though emails while my car finished up in the car wash. A giant flatscreen television perched on the wall of the waiting room blared out a news program.
Her: “Oh HELLS no.”
I glanced over at the woman beside me and then at the screen.
2/ It only took two seconds for me to register to what garnered that reaction. Scenes of children proudly flexing band-aided arms as happy parents looked on flashed before my eyes.
Her: *to no one in particular* “5-year-olds? Girl bye.”
She let out a laugh and shook her head.
3/ I decided to bite.
Me: “You talking about them giving little kids the vaccine?”
Her: “Girl, yeah. Ain’t no way in hell.”
We had just finished up at the #NoJudgmentZone table. I slung my backpack over my shoulder and began heading out.
"Ma'am. . .scuse me."
I turned in the direction of the voice. 2 young women stood side by side in the information line.
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2/ One was tall and slender with thick locs piled on top of her head. She wore a t-shirt with a faded screen of the words "Black Girl Magic" on the front. The other had on a sweatsuit and had a network of tiny braids that fell nearly to the small of her back.
Me: "Hey there."
3/ The taller one spoke first.
Locs: "We was looking at your hair. It's so pretty."
Sweats: "We saw you and said, 'Werk sis!'"
*laughter*
Me: "That's kind. Thanks!
Sweats: *looking close* "Is it a color process?"
Me: "A color process? Girl. Courtesy of mother nature."