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jackangel
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...wasn't that young child quite something?
For those that didn't see it...
it was a piece about a young boy named Nkosi Johnson, who was dying of AIDS in South Africa. By extension, of course, it was about the terrible situation caused by the spread of AIDS throughout the continent. He had contracted HIV congenitally, his mother having been infected as well. When she died of the disease, he was adopted by quite a woman.
But this kid...you should have seen his face. He had this incredibly warm and compelling smile. And his eyes, his way of speaking, gave me the impression of such maturity, even wisdom, for someone so young.
He seemed to know full well that he was dying, just like many others around him were dying, and that there was nothing anyone could do to stop it. I don't know how difficult it is to accept and understand the 'fact' of one's imminent death. But I'm sure it's not all that straightforward and simple. Yet this little boy seemed to handle it with a courage and grace that I would expect from few adults.
But remember that smile. He was also happy and positive and quite thoughtful for all the time I saw, or so it appeared to me.
You could scarcely help but love Nkosi Johnson, even if only for the few moments he moved across your television screen.
He died. The segment, being compiled and aired after that, included footage from services held in his memory. He was remembered by people all throughout South Africa, and probably the world over.
I was
hardcore.
For those that didn't see it...
it was a piece about a young boy named Nkosi Johnson, who was dying of AIDS in South Africa. By extension, of course, it was about the terrible situation caused by the spread of AIDS throughout the continent. He had contracted HIV congenitally, his mother having been infected as well. When she died of the disease, he was adopted by quite a woman.
But this kid...you should have seen his face. He had this incredibly warm and compelling smile. And his eyes, his way of speaking, gave me the impression of such maturity, even wisdom, for someone so young.
He seemed to know full well that he was dying, just like many others around him were dying, and that there was nothing anyone could do to stop it. I don't know how difficult it is to accept and understand the 'fact' of one's imminent death. But I'm sure it's not all that straightforward and simple. Yet this little boy seemed to handle it with a courage and grace that I would expect from few adults.
But remember that smile. He was also happy and positive and quite thoughtful for all the time I saw, or so it appeared to me.
You could scarcely help but love Nkosi Johnson, even if only for the few moments he moved across your television screen.
He died. The segment, being compiled and aired after that, included footage from services held in his memory. He was remembered by people all throughout South Africa, and probably the world over.
I was
hardcore.
