I'll never forget the phone call that saved my children's lives. It was a new doctor. She was quick to the point. She said, "Something in your son's blood work warrants an AIDS test. I suggest your whole family be tested."
When you're a kid, a lot of times you feel alone. That feeling is multiplied when you grow up with HIV. But then you find someone who has been through what you've been through, and it makes you feel better.
At the end of the night, everyone was more educated about the cause, and felt inspired to stay involved with the fight against pediatric AIDS. Involvement of this magnitude proves that this community cares.
My participation in the Dance Marathon at UCLA was life-changing. In a room full of American students my age, I was able to see that regardless of where we come from, we are all passionate about saving lives.
A baby is born with HIV every 90 seconds and half of all children with the virus die before age 2. This is simply unacceptable, especially when we have the knowledge and ability for every mother with HIV to have a healthy baby.
The stories and medical realities in some poor African Hospitals today are not so different from my first experiences in the Pediatric AIDS clinics at New York Hospital and Bellevue Hospital in the late 1980s.