| In my dual profession as an educator and health care provider, I have worked with numerous children|
infected with the virus that causes AIDS. The relationships that I have had with these special kids have
been gifts in my life. I have especially learned that great courage can be found in the smallest of packages. Let me tell you about Tyler.
Tyler was born infected with HIV; his mother was also infected. From the very beginning of his life,
he was dependent on medication to enable him to survive. When he was five, he had a tube surgically
inserted in a vein in his chest. This tube was connected to a pump, which he carried in a small backpack
on his back. Medications were fastened to this pump and were continuously supplied through this tube to
his bloodstream. At times, he also needed supplemented oxygen to support his breathing.
Tyler wasn't willing to give up one single moment of his childhood to this deadly disease. It was not
unusual to find him playing and racing around his backyard, wearing his medicine-laden backpack and
dragging his tank of oxygen behind him in his little wagon. All of us who knew Tyler marveled at (大为
惊讶) his pure joy in being alive and the energy it gave him. Tyler's mom often teased him by telling him
that he moved so fast she needed to dress him in red. That way, when she peered through the window to
check on him playing in the yard, she could quickly spot him.
This deadly disease eventually wore down even the likes of a little of a dynamo like Tyler. He grew
quite ill and, unfortunately, so did his HIV-infected mother. When it became comforted him by telling
Tyler that she was dying too, and that's he would be with him soon in heaven.
A few days before his death, Tyler beckoned me over to his hospital bed and whispered, "I might die
soon. I'm not scared. When I die, please dress me in red. Mom promised she's coming to heaven, too.
I'll be playing when she gets there, and I want to make sure she can find me."