I remember something that just struck me so much.  It was a major turnaround for me. And that is, one of the activists from San Francisco, Marty Delany, who was a phenomenal guy — I really related to him because he started off as a Jesuit priest and then dropped out — was a gay guy, and he was an activist.  He invited me to San Francisco, and he said, “I want to show you something.” So he took me to the Castro District, and we went into the room of a young man who was clearly debilitated from HIV, who was being taken care of by his partner.  And the guy was in bed, and again, I was the one that was felt to be controlling all of this, even though I didn’t control it all.  And he said, “I’m on AZT and it’s prolonging my life.  I have cytomegalovirus in my eye, and I want to get on a protocol to get ganciclovir.  But I’m told I can either be on AZT or I can be on ganciclovir, but I can’t be on both.”  And he looked at me, and he said, “What kind of a choice is that?  You’re telling me I should either die or go blind, but I can’t do both.”  And when he said that, I said, “Oh my God, this is really nuts.”  And that’s when I became a real, almost confrontative, activist against my own government that was not allowing these things to happen.