Bring out the Best

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Monday, February 12, 2007

Bring out the Best
He that would live in peace and at ease, must not speak all he knows nor judge all he sees. - Benjamin FranklinJeff once sent me a postcard that said, "Thank you for never judging me. - Jeff"I knew Jeff, though he sometimes hurt Michael, which I hated more than when he hurt me, came from a place where trusting people was exceptionally difficult. I never wanted him to feel like he was less than me. He wasn't ever less than me.For a number of years in the 90's, I was the director of the Southern California HIV/AIDS Hotline.Every day, 365 days a year people would call. They called about all sorts of things.
he had unprotected sex
her son had HIV and was in the hospital
she wanted to know if she should get tested
his partner had a fever
and on and on...These people called us, me and my 75 volunteers who had each been through a grueling 54+ hours of training.These people needed something from us. They were brave enough to call and hope to get what they needed.They did not need to be judged. Any one of us could have said,"Why did you do that? Didn't you know better?" or"Go visit your son! What are you thinking?" or"How many times are you going to call??? Just get tested already!"But that was not what they called for. They called to be heard. They called to be comforted. They called to get facts. Some of them never called, so certain that they would be judged, no matter what.I learned in my years on the hotline that everyone has a story. Everyone has a reason for doing the things they do.I know that some people's parents told them they would never amount to anything and no matter how much success they have, they are still walking around proving them wrong with every arrogant comment.I know that some of them were beaten so badly that the idea of love, with or without a condom was so precious that in the moment, and every moment it happened, it felt so much like light that it didn't matter.I know that some of the mothers who called me were so afraid of a god that her parents and preachers ingrained on her soul that the struggle between the fear of her god and the needs of her son was killing her.This is how I live my life. I do not want others judging me for my choices.I have made them -- not to have children, to marry a man, to open my life up to the millions of unwashed masses (no offense) to read. I have made these choices based on my experiences in my life.There are things you don't know about me. Hell, there are things I don't know about me, that make me cleave to Michael, that make me interrupt my friends in the middle of a sentence, that make me the center of attention sometimes. 99.99% of the time, the people I surround myself with are gracious and understanding. And when they're not, they are kind enough to be nice about it.This is how I treat others. I need to believe that everyone is doing the best they can with what they have.Not the best I could do if I were them, but the best they can do. I believe that a drug addict is doing the best they can with what they have. I am getting to a place where I believe that I am doing the best I can with what I have. I'm no saint, but I believe that each of us is doing our best. I hope this comes across.
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Posted by Faith at
Location: Burbank, California, US
Just a queer Jewish writer working in HIV research(aren't we all?) married to a lovely gay man in a biker gang.
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