...and then you come back home one day, a day like the others, and in your mail box you find an HIV test, left there without an envelop. On the back of the sheet just two lines:

Dear Andrea
I know that I was not good,
and I'm sorry for this...

...and in that moment you think about your actions, your words, all those times when you felt stupid or wrong or crazy... and suddenly you realize... ad somehow you feel full of gratitude.