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“December 7, 2010, which is the same day the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor. That’s how my mom remembers that day - we call it D day. My dad had taken me to the doctor because they had ran some tests and wanted me to come back. I went into the doctor’s office and they told me I was diagnosed HIV positive. The only thing I could remember is that it was an out of body experience, where I was actually up here looking down on what was going on in disbelief. My doctor handed me a piece of paper with resources to call for help and treatment. I came out, my dad was out in the parking lot, and we both started to cry. He gave me this big, huge hug… he didn’t say anything to me besides ‘I love you.’” (1/4)