I recently visited the AIDS Memorial here in the West Village. I felt the urge to come here, for reasons unknown. Just like the 9/11 memorial site and Vietnam Veteran's Memorial, I did not personally know anyone who died from HIV/AIDS.
As I sat on the seat (foreground), I listened to music sung by the gay men's chorus over a loudspeaker. The feeling of connection swept through me. I felt a peace in my heart just being here.
Early in the Aids crisis, I was indifferent about it. I reasoned that it was their own fault. It was when I saw how AIDS patients were treated by society that I really changed my tune. These were human beings! They were hurting and afraid. I'm thankful to the people who helped during that time.
Sitting there, I almost felt like crying. As I post this I feel the same way. I needed to be there at that particular time. It was as if the songs were speaking to me. I believe that I was forgiven for my indifference.
As I left there, I resolve that I will visit here more often. I am thankful for that experience.
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