Like many other families, mine came to the United States from Puerto Rico in search of the American dream. America: where you could get a good job, health care, and the opportunity for a better education. As a child this is what I understood America to be. Unfortunately, close to two years after arriving in search of that dream, I was told that both of my parents and my baby sister, Ana, were infected with HIV.
In the fall of 1989, my wife Susan and I were watching a Primetime special about children in Romania living in orphanages; they were all HIV-positive after receiving tainted transfusions. At the end of the show, viewers were invited to go to Romania as volunteers for six months to nurture these children with love and affection. At that point, Susan and I had been married 20 years and had no children of our own. Immediately, we knew this was right for us