Rumors of sneezing, kissing, tears, sweat, and saliva spreading AIDS caused people to panic.

My name is Ryan White. I am sixteen years old. I have hemophilia, and I have AIDS.

Because of the lack of education on AIDS, discrimination, fear, panic, and lies surrounded me.

I believe in myself as I look forward to graduating from Hamilton Heights High School in 1991.

Listening to medical facts was not enough. People wanted one hundred percent guarantees.

I was labeled a troublemaker, my mom an unfit mother, and I was not welcome anywhere.

Most recently my battle has been against AIDS and the discrimination surrounding it.

On December 17, 1984, I had surgery to remove two inches of my left lung due to pneumonia. After two hours of surgery the doctors told my mother I had AIDS.

Financial hardships were rough on us, even though Mom had a good job at G.M.

I came face to face with death at thirteen years old.

AIDS can destroy a family if you let it, but luckily for my sister and me, Mom taught us to keep going. Don't give up, be proud of who you are, and never feel sorry for yourself.

Forgiveness has no deadline.

Our civil position should not depend on the tests and problems we go through

I only like food without color, like potatoes, bread, and pasta.

The more spastic song structure I have, the more I hate it afterwards.

How do you say no when a little kid is asking you for ice cream? I know I can't say no to it myself.

You can't give a child too much love and if you love somebody, you can't be with them enough. There's no such thing.

The way of even the most jusitifiable revolution is prepared by personal impulses disguised into creeds.

There are good characters and bad characters.

I still love red velvet cake.

Wennerström was devoting himself to fraud that was so extensive it was no longer merely criminal–it was business.