Expecting Barbaro

Into the 17th of 20 minutes on the treadmill in Room 2 of the

therapy suite. Alone and hallucinating somewhat. A therapist

came in and opened the door to this room I'd never seen

before. My first thought was of Barbaro and his treatments.

Poor horse. If his sperm weren't so valuable, they would

have put him down right there on the racetrack

where he fell; but instead, they have tourtured him for

months with operations.

 

It's World AIDS Day. I stopped at the clinic on the way home

and donated some children's books. There is a supplement

in today's NYTimes with 25 ways you can make a difference

in the fight against HIV/AIDS.

Done