Have you ever experienced something so intensely earth shattering that it knocks you on your ass and makes you feel like you’ve lived your whole life in a bubble?
Well I have.
There was a new series in the works, but it probably isn’t going to happen now, so I’ll just let the cat out of the bag. I was working on a video series called “Exposed TV”. This concept entailed conducting video interviews with people via webcam. The purpose was to share their amazing stories of what they had been through in life, and how they have remained strong. I really thought it was going to be an important and meaningful project.
My first volunteer was a friend who has been living with HIV for 22 years. He has been through more stuff in two decades than many of us go through in our entire lives. Physically, he has been on a rollercoaster, and probably heard death knocking on the door more than a few times. Emotionally, he has buried two partners, both who died of HIV.
We talked for 4 hours on webcam, all the while thinking it was recording. His story was incredible. It moved me, it enlightened me, it inspired me. He is one of the kindest, warmest people I’ve ever met, and I hate it that he has suffered so much in his life. It truly feels unfair.
For whatever reason, there was a blip in the webcam recording. Huge chunks of the video did not record. I have no idea why. Every time I come up with a theory, I find another clue that sends me in a different direction. So I’ve pretty much given up releasing this video, as there is just too much missing to make a tangible documentary.
I’ve also given up doing more episodes of Exposed TV, because I fear the same technical glitch would happen again. Maybe webcam technology isn’t advanced enough to record 4 hours of data, I don’t know.
Anyway, even though the video isn’t all there, the experience still is. It has stuck with me since Saturday, and left this gigantic feeling of sadness in my heart. This isn’t just a news story I was doing, it was a real human being’s life. It made me realize how small and petty my day to day complaints are. Nothing I’ve been through measures up to the kind of pain this man has survived. Nothing.
On top of it all, this is the story of millions of people around the world who are affected in some way by HIV. We are all connected to this.
If I feel this sad because of one person’s story, I can’t even imagine what it’s like for those actually living with it. I can’t imagine what volunteers and support groups feel like on a day to day basis. Like I said, this is a realization that has knocked me on my ass and made me look at everything with more clarity.
I usually try to wrap up my posts with a closing note, or a call to action. But I don’t have one for this. The call of action is up to you.