We are going to die; that is obvious. The certainty of death invites me to a task related to life; to live better. Death is a great advisor, calling us to live in the present.
With no other options, I took to the streets with a homemade sign, offering virtual English classes for 15 pesos (75 cents) an hour to generate some income. I couldn’t imagine where that act would lead me.
The second wave of COVID-19 had devastated the country. It seemed to kill almost everyone who caught the virus. I was frightened and feared the worst.
His fight goes beyond the vaccine. He struggles to leave a legacy. He wants to show everybody that they must treat people with diseases like his.
I wanted to make a difference, so no one else dies from a lack of oxygen, lack of empathy, or lack of timely healthcare.
I want to make visible the death of so many children, babies, and young adults so that there are no more invisible victims.
Not taking antiretroviral medicines means I have given HIV the chance to multiply the deadly virus in my body and further weaken my immunity.
I left everything behind and potentially exposed myself to the virus to bring food to those who most need it.
We looked like doctors from the movies: covered head-to-toe in protective equipment as we walked into the unknown.
There was a rumor about a pandemic from China raging in the West, but we didn't have much information.
I trained in the narrow corridors and tiny cubicle inside of the hospital.
Fighting to stay off the streets in Scandinavia during COVID-19