This is a story of a person I met in one of my events. Sharing the ordeal, we agreed on the unawareness and judgmental outlook of society for HIV infected people.

It was a typical Sunday, and I was at home, enjoying a hearty breakfast while contemplating whether to start my day with a book or perhaps indulge in an early morning movie. As I relaxed, my phone began to ring from an unfamiliar number. I typically avoided calls from unknown contacts, but the persistent caller made me reconsider. I fin...