....war eigentlich gar nicht so aufregend.

Alles begann um 16.00 Uhr ganz klein und unscheinbar auf der Kaiserwiese im Prater mit einem grossen weissen Partyzelt, rundherum weisse Sichtsperren.

Durch das "Loch in der Wand" kam ich zum Mitarbeiterbereich, hab mich angemeldet, wurde zum Riesenrad gemeldet und solle dort auf weitere anweisungen warten. Das war's mit meinem Arbeitstag. Keine Nena. Keine Ferrero benito, kein Vor-Magazin Matcho, kein Josef Broukal.

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SEINE Nachbarin hat gerade angeklopft, ob ich einen taschenrechner für eine stunde herleihen kann. Er sagt, sie is total lästig seitdem er eingezogen ist. Naja stimmt eh ein bissi,wenns 3 mal am tag klopft um zigaretten und geld und so. aber im endeffekt legt sich das eh alles wieder. Ich hab keine nachbarn die ich belästigen kann. Vielleicht findi ch das deswegen bei ihm so schön?
Sie hat auch noch gefragt, ob sie mir was mitnehmen soll, geht jetzt einkaufen

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Ich hab gerade mehrere "Geschichten" über Gefühle, Gedanken etc bei vor und nach dem Aids test gelesen, wobei mir dieser eine hier aufgefallen ist

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The reason I had an HIV test in the first place was because I suddenly got quite ill. I had glandular fever-type symptoms and I kept going back and forth to the hospital for tests. And then they said they wanted to do yet more tests, one of which was for HIV. There was no counselling, no backgroun dinformation, they just told me not to worry about it, because I was 17 and had only been with tho guys. So they ran it as if they were testing for anything else. Six daty later they asked me to come bakc in for more blood tests, and that wasthe first time that I had an inkling that the results might be positive. But i only really thought that for about ten seconds because I felt that I would instinctively know if I was. And naively, I thought that if either of the guys I'd been with were positive, they would have told me.

My mum drove me to the hospital. As soon as I walked in, the doctor saw me straight away, which I thought was pretty strange. My mum sat down next to me and I was about to roll up my sleeve ready to give more blood samples and they just told me there and then that I was HIV positive. The doctor gace me a hug but I couldn't cry. My mum, though, burst into tears. Suddenly I felt like I had let my family down. At that moment I knew my life would never be the same again. But at the same time it didn't sink in - I Just went into shock and thought that I was going to die. The doctors totally brushed over the reality of what I was going to deal with, telling me that people live for 10 years without medication and that there are strong medicines when you do become sick.
I remembered everything they had said, so when I went back to school in September a few weeks later and got ill with pneumonie, I felt that the ten years of good health I was promised was a lie. It took a bit of selfdestruction and a lot of drinking during that time before I was actually able to grieve for myself.

After my A-levels, I got accepted onto an internship at UCSF (University of California, San Francisco), within fundraising and development for the AIDS health project. I met young kids who were positive and proud of who they were. We would go into schools and these kids who were even younger than me would stand up and talk in front of 700 children about their experiences. My time in America changed my whole perspective and helped me get on with life. So when I came back to this country I set up Health Initiatives for youth that was based on the things i learnt there: we offer support for young people and go into schools and prisons running workshops.
What I've learnt from all of this is that no matter how traumatic things are, there is always a lesson there - you can always turn it into a stronger force for god. I was one of the most insecure, fragile person when I was diagnosed but with the help of my family I managed to get through. Six years later my health is good. I Don't want to play down the realities of being HIV, but it doesn't have to be the end of your life, sometimes - and particularly if you get tested early - it can be the beginning
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Frau D. ist sehr böse auf ihren Mann. Am Dienstag, als der Hagel begann, versuchte sie verzweifelt, ihn zu erreichen. Er sollte schnell von seinem sehr nahe gelegenen Büro nach Hause fahren, auf der Terrasse den Sonnenschirm zumachen, die Markise einfahren, die Pflanzen an die Hauswand schieben und alle Fenster schließen. ER meldete sich weder im BÜro noch am handy. Schließlich fuhr sie selber los, um ihre Terasse zu retten. Vor dem Haus fand sie ihren Mann.
Er lag bäuchlings auf seinem Autodach auf einer Daunendecke. Über Heck und Motorhaupte hatte er die Bettdecken der Kinder gebreitet. Tapfer beschützte er sein Auto mit dem eigenen Körper vor den Schlägen der Hagelkörner. Frau D. holte die Kamera und fotografierte ihn. Seitdem hat sie kein Wort mit ihm gesprochen.

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd." I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.

As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives." He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!" There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.

I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes.

We hung all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, "Boy, you're gonna really build serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!" He just laughed and handed me half the books.

Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.

Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak.

Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during High school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than me and all the girls loved him.

Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!" He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. "Thanks," he said.

As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. "Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach... but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story."

I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.

"Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable." I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.

Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life. For better or for worse. God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way. Look for God in others.

"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."

Eigentlich hat er mir verboten dir zu schreiben aber ich mache es trotzdem.
Ich musste dir einfach schreiben dass du wirklich dass allerletzte bist.
Ich hatte schon immer keine gute Meinung von dir aber was du jetzt mit ihm abgezogen hast ist so tief.
Gerade jetzt hättest du für ihn dasein müssen.
Ich will gar nicht mehr schreiben weil du mich einfach nur ankozt.
Was er schon alles für dich getan und du bist nicht mal in dieser schwierigen Zeit für ihn da.
Du bist wirklich abstossend