Du Hkawng
I tried talking to his Catholic family but to no avail. His elderly mother,
his uncle, a brother and sister-in-law wanted nothing to do with him. Fear of
AIDS was deeply rooted in them and they dreaded 'catching' it. Their son, their
brother, was a non-person in the family and nothing would move them on this.
We have nearly 70 people, young and old, with HIV/AIDS at the Hope Centre,
the home we built two years ago. I would have brought him there, but he was too
weak. So with Lucy, the wonderful woman who works with me, we washed and clothed
him and gave him a nourishing drink. His emaciated body was a dreadful sight and
all we could do was to make him comfortable; this man, who, like Christ himself,
was forsaken by all.
On returning to the Hope Centre, I spoke of Du Hkawng to some of the
residents. They knew what it was to be ostracized; they too had felt the pain of
being unwanted in society; they had suffered the stigma of having AIDS. But now,
thanks to good medication and good care they were up and walking.
Later that evening, some of the men came to me and said, ‘Sister, if you can
get us there, we will visit Du Hkawng and look after him’. From then on, two of
them went each day to Du Hkawng and washed and fed him with soft foods. They
talked and sang to him.
On the days that I could not go with the men, they went alone to look after
their brother. I was deeply moved by their love and by their kindness. Out of
their own poverty they gave all they had, ministering to this 'least of the
brethren'.
Du Hkawng died alone shortly after in his hut. He had never talked even once
in the weeks we knew him. I feel sure that, like Lazarus, 'he was carried by the
angels to Abraham’s bosom' (Lk 16:22).
I believe that in those last weeks, he met angels in the persons of the men
who nursed him and knew him to be a brother.
In my heart I called them our 'AIDS Angels' and thanked God for the blessing
that they were, not only to poor abandoned Du Hkawng, but to all of us.