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A young man, David Kirby, lies in a hospital bed. He is dying. His father bends over him, his forehead against his son's forehead. His mother and sister holding each other. LIFE Magazine, 1990.

In the late 1980s, it was only a handful of volunteers in Toronto who were driving strangers to hospital appointments, helping pick up prescriptions, and sitting in living rooms with people who had no one else left to sit with them. They weren't nurses or social workers. They were just neighbours who decided they wouldn't choose to do nothing.

That work never stopped. Today, it's called the Toronto People With AIDS Foundation. Those hospital appointments became health and therapeutic support, the pharmacy runs became help with paperwork, and the living-room vigils became phone calls from HIV-positive peers.

They are our friends, our coworkers, and our neighbours. Please consider giving to help care for them.