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Initially it was my bro, Bobby, the boy who never fulfilled a complete stranger. Bobby was similar to Daddy in that he always attempted to make everybody laugh. Everybody liked Bobby. We grew up poor, however Bobby always had people buying him things because they liked him. He was just that sort of individual. But, much like Daddy, Bobbys flaw was that he was an alcoholic. Bobby was incarcerated for not paying on his fines for DUI and also ownership of marijuana. He had been attempting to get his life together. He was registered in a program at a technical college where he was taking auto body repair work. He said he felt various there at school-- that he really used himself which others didnt even imitate they cared. He finally had hope. However one journey back with his old friends in his old hometown sufficed to get him back into one of his old patterns and he decided to get some marijuana. He was visited the cops and found to be in possession. The day he went before the judge was an unusual day-- an almost mystical day. I existed with a letter from among the directors of the school specifying that he was registered in the program. However this was inadequate for the Judge. When Bobbys attorney asked if they made certain that it was cannabis, the Judge said he didnt understand lots of people who would carry around a little bag of turnip greens. The Judge wanted him to stay in the same town and not be permitted to go back to his out-of-state school. He stated he thought the same thing may occur there. He wanted him to be with my mother at her house. The problem was that my mother had two children with my step-father and the burden would have been heavy on her. So, when they asked her if he could be released to her, she hesitated. She said, well, oh, well my partner, uh-- I didnt hear anything else. So, Bobby stayed in prison. It was an odd day, a really unusual day. This one day, in my opinion, was the turning point of his life-- he began passing away that day. You just never ever know. When I went to visit him there at the jail and bring him a couple of things, I asked him if they ever got ice cream. He said, are you crazy-- theyd kill for ice cream here. Anyhow, after a couple of weeks, Bobby was released and was on his method to live with me once again when he was struck by a train. They said he was intoxicated. I remember my sis and Generic health brothers and I going downtown to get clothing for him to wear. We wanted him to have jeans, since he constantly used denims and then he needed to have underwear. Why did he need to have them? There was a huge conversation over this, so we finally decided that he was going to have underclothing. The person who was helping us stated that they came 3 to a package; somebody stated what are we going to finish with the other two pairs? The assistant there at the shop, seeing the circumstance stated that he could get boxers. But, we stated he never ever used underpants. She said, ok-- Ill just take one pair out of the bundle. We were half there and half somewhere else. An open-casket was more than I could take. I keep in mind thinking to myself-- where were all these individuals when he was alive. One woman stated, does not he look excellent? I remember stating to her the only way he would look excellent would be if he were alive. My mother truly enjoyed Bobby because he was the only one who might make her laugh. She hasn't really chuckled much considering that he passed away. That had to do with twenty years earlier.

Then there was Randy. Randy was a sweet, gentle guy who never ever harmed any person intentionally-- except himself. When he was just 10, he had an accident which damaged his voice box; he was driving a gocart and encountered a chain length fence. He pushed the gas instead of the brakes. But, still he didnt let that keep him from using his voice as a method to make his living. With his graveldy voice, he operated at McDonalds and took orders thru the drive in. Many individuals asked him if he had a cold. Then later on he worked for a major electronics firm where he worked in customer service. His last major goal was to get his Registered Nurse degree; but although he finished with a 4.0 average, he never ever got to use it. Just a few days after graduation, he was diagnosed with complete blown HELP. He could most likely have lived longer if he had taken his anti retro viral drugs, but he stated they made him sick, so he flushed them down the toilet. AIDS did not take him quickly. He suffered, so when he died at the hospital, I understood in my heart he would be much better off with the Lord. He did try for a while. Randy never injured any person other than himself, so why did he leave this earth premature? Randy joked about having HELP which Oprah should have him and Clay on her show since he felt it was probably unusual for 2 bros to have AIDS.

Randy and Clay both had gone to Los Angeles where they felt they were more accepted and able to live and not be evaluated because of their sexual orientation. Clay was the strongest and was a fighter. Clay could really snap. He was more of an in your face person. However when it came to AIDS, he was in fact featured as one of the persons with full-blown HELP who had lived the longest. This was many years ago, when everybody who got AIDS was anticipated to die from problems connected with AIDS. He said all of his buddies were gone, including his partner whom he enjoyed. However he combated and kept a positive mindset. He informed me that at one time his T-cells were so few that he had them named.

So, why am I informing you about this? Why am I releasing unpleasant information to you? It is not to make you unfortunate. If youve check out this entire article, you are absolutely an uncommon person who is not afraid to check out reality. Most people would have given up when after reading about Bobby. It is my opinion that the majority of people don't want to deal with reality when it pertains to death and HELP. That is why individuals don't speak about it or why a remedy has actually not been found.

I remember how individuals remarks injure me so. My pastor at church specified in among his preachings that in the beginning, God created Adam and Eve; not Adam and Steve. I increased after the service and informed him how this made me feel. After that, I left my church. My brothers had a relationship with God; none people are best. We are informed not to judge. However, individuals often put down and slam something they are afraid of or don't comprehend. We must all make every effort to comprehend each other. We need to all enjoy one another. We need to all know that AIDS or alcohol addiction or any type of illness can happen to any of us or an individual we love.