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Survivor Journals

Bob of If I Die Before I Wake has invited nine journallers to participate in a Cyber Survivor Adventure.

Every couple of weeks, the group will be issued a "challenge entry". The site will post a excerpt from the challenge entries, as well as the link to the complete entry found on the journaller's own journal site.

After the challenge entry is posted, the nine journallers will vote one of the writers off the site.

The "ousted" journaller will actually remain on the site, but rather than posting further challenge entries, they will act as a judge and commentator.

The first challenge entry has been issued, and can be found at the Survivor Journal website. The actual entries should be completed by
October 1, 2000.

Please take the time to visit, especially once the challenge entries are posted. There is a message board to post your thoughts/comments and also a instant poll where visitors can vote for who they would want to see kicked off the site.

The reasons behind Survivor Journals are simple.

1. To try something new.
2. Increase the interaction of the journal community.
3. The challenge.
4. Increased exposure to all journals involved.

So take a look around, explore all the journals involved.

If you would like to take part in Survivor Journals, Year Two, let Bob know!


AIDS DAY

December 9, 2000

It was kind of “AIDS Day” for me. I kind of got off schedule when Peggy was here and hadn’t resumed a regular routine for driving Breaking Barrier clients, so I’ve just kind of been doing it whenever the need was. Thus, today I was doing multiple duty.

I started out by picking up X, one of my favorite clients. She was moving slowly this morning. “I wish I could just cut this butt off,” she laughed, as she struggled to get into the car. This lovely woman has AIDS, colon cancer, and was recently diagnosed with lymphoma. In addition, she has some sort of problem, which may be bone cancer, which causes her legs to burn all the time.

She’s a wonder. Her cheerfulness never fails to inspire me. Even though life is beating her pretty badly right now, she continues to give me a smile and a hug at the end of our ride. Her mother recently had a stroke and is paralyzed on one side. Her sister was just sent back to jail for drugs. The sister’s kids were taken by Child Protective Services. Now X’s daughter in Southern California was also arrested and so X will be taking in her five grandchildren, age 5 to 14, for an indefinite period of time. This has caused her to put off her cancer treatments, an act which the doctor tells her could cost her her life. With all that she has going on, she talked about the problems of the world and how she wished she had a magic wand so that she could make everyone happy, and she thanks the lord for all he has given her.

After we left the clinic, we went looking for a bed frame for her, since her bed had just collapsed (we didn’t find one), and then I took her down to the jail to visit her grandson, whom she had not seen for two weeks. X gives me a different perspective on life, for sure.

I went to Breaking Barriers to visit for a bit and talk about X and her problems. We’re trying to find a bed frame for her and our family will adopt her family to help bring them a happy Christmas, since X has no money for toys for the kids. We’ve found some place that will bring dinner for the group. We hope we can make at least one day a little brighter for all of them.

I was supposed to meet with A, but he never called me. A was the guy I had been assigned to a year or more ago, my one-to-one emotional support. We used to meet on a weekly basis. A doesn’t want advice. He just wants someone to listen to him. He tends to whine a lot and he knows what he needs to do to make his life less painful, but he would rather talk about it instead. His therapist just gave up on him, so he’s now back talking to me.

I don’t mind listening to him. It’s only a couple of hours out of my day every week or so and he seems to feel better when he leaves. Nothing ever changes, but he seems to be “happy” (in an odd sort of way) in his little rut. Kind of sad, actually, that he’s willing to stay where he is so unhappy when if he’d take a chance on something better, he might end up being so much happier.

But anyway, I had scheduled him in for our coffee, and he never called, so that left me with extra time to spend with T, another one-to-one assignment. She’s going through a rough period right now too. She’s been hospitalized several time with kidney problems and yesterday had three teeth extracted, so she was in a bit of pain today. I had told her I’d come and help her learn something about her new computer. It turns out that their neighbor decided to work on it and so screwed the thing up that it had to go back to Gateway to be reconfigured.

Instead we talked about the upcoming holidays and gradually our attention got drawn to a movie, No Place to Land which was on TV. It was a pretty predictable “bomb on the plane” movie, but gripping enough that we ended up watching the whole thing. Totally implausible ending, but the world got saved in time for me to make it home for lunch.

It had been awhile since I’d spent the whole day immersed in the AIDS community and borrowing pieces of people’s lives. It always helps to put your own concerns in perspective. I came home and called Steve, newly returned from his latest AIDS education tour. I needed to tell him how blessed I am to have him in my life.

 

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