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Subject: forwarded message
Message-ID: <2198@allegra.UUCP>
Date: Thu, 12-Jan-84 04:10:04 EST
Article-I.D.: allegra.2198
Posted: Thu Jan 12 04:10:04 1984
Date-Received: Fri, 13-Jan-84 06:14:56 EST
Organization: AT&T Bell Laboratories, Murray Hill
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Here is a letter I recently recieve from a gay friend back at school.
I thought I would also share it with motss:

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  Life is kind of hysterical. Last night I was working late in the lab,
  when out of the blue, this gay post-doc I ran around with one summer
  walked in.  You could have knocked me over with a feather. We never had
  sex, but he was very promiscuous. I always admired his zest for life,
  and envied his youthful appearance. He had always kept a slight
  distance from me, I always thought it was to keep me from getting
  involved. We had been kind of stand-offish because he stood me up for
  our last date and didn't even say goodby. He did the same thing to the
  secretary, XXXXX.
  
  Well last night he explained why all that had happened. For years he
  had hid from me the fact that he is dying from leukemia! All the
  incidents which had hurt me, he now brought up of his own volition. He
  told me tales of passing out in his office, of vomiting blood and
  spending weekends in the hospital. Ironically, he was hurting far more
  than me. His greatest fear was that his friends would find out. The
  ravages of disease have not touched his face. The last time he was
  here, he brought with him the most beautiful boy.  I came up to them
  and flamboyantly said hello, to which the boy replied, "Oh, you MUST be
  YYYYY." I never got to talk to this kid because they left mysteriously
  very soon after that. I now have learned that he had had a sudden
  remission. The boy is as much his nurse as his lover. He was too weak
  to travel alone.
  
  So it is not often that our friends can redeem themselves in our
  opinions, and emerge from the torment of pettiness we heap on them with
  a really rare dignity. As the song goes, "I come away with a diffr'nt
  point o' view." Now I know why he lives the way he does, because every
  day was a little more precious to him.
  
  	Love,
  	YYYYY

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					"Lance"