But it wasn’t my time to go. And at home, I saw work to do. My home-town was a place of severe poverty and low educational attainment. But in the people, particularly the young people, there was such potential. It made me want to cry, because I was coming from such an incredible life, and I knew these kids had no idea that such a life was possible. I wanted to share what I’d learned as a dancer, actor, painter and gymnast. So I started providing arts experiences for kids in the area. In the mid-1990s, the treatment options changed for me when a new class of antiretroviral drugs, called protease inhibitors, became available, allowing me to gain strength and imagine a longer horizon for myself.