Anyone that has been diagnosed with a disease always has the "what if" thoughts and fears. Society has trained us to take these thoughts and fears and lock them in a box, tuck them deep down inside and move on with hope. So, we do, and are seemingly stronger individuals. My first instinct after being diagnosed HIV-Positive, besides my survival, was to fear. I began spinning like a toy top, not knowing what the answers to my fears would be or where my answers would even come from. What about the ridicule? What about my family, my friends? What will happen if I want to date again? The biggest one of all. What about my DEATH ? Yet, I am a properly trained robot of society's “ How to Be Tough and Strong army .” I found my own box and placed each shred of doubt and worry I had deep inside. I locked it tight, wiped my hands, and continued with my "be normal" mission. Everything seemed great for a while. Family was still crazy. Work was still profiting off of all ...