Dear Friends,
The last time I saw my friend Larry was on Easter Sunday in San Francisco in 1983. I’ll never forget it–Larry had lost a lot of weight and had blotches of Kaposi’s Sarcoma on his forehead. I asked him, “What’s going on?” He said, “I have something called AIDS.” Just a few months later, I got a message on my answering machine that Larry had died.
After a couple of years, I left San Francisco for NYC with dreams of becoming an actor. Soon after I arrived, I discovered God’s Love We Deliver while working the lunch shift at Miss Ruby’s cafe. We’d get phone calls to prepare a meal. The meal was wrapped up and left at the bar. Shortly after, someone would come in and pick it up.
I watched this happen again and again until one day I asked the pick-up person what he was doing. The man explained that he was a volunteer with an organization called God’s Love We Deliver, delivering meals for people with AIDS.
I got the phone number for God’s Love We Deliver right then and there.