In 1950, Dame Elizabeth Taylor met the man of her dreams. He was Nicholas Conrad Hilton, heir to the Hilton multi-million dollar hotel fortune. To Elizabeth, her idea of marriage was a little red apron living in a house with a white picket fence. She was 18 and a virgin when she married Nicky. Two weeks into their three month European honeymoon, Nicky started to drink, gamble, and physically abuse Elizabeth. She was lost. She was desolate. She had come right from her parent's home into this life of torture. To Nicky, he lashed out at reporters following them everywhere, without a moment's peace. He later commented that it was like living life in a fishbowl. It became increasingly harder for Elizabeth to hide her physical abuse. She lost weight, started to smoke cigarettes, burst into tears, faint, and developed an ulcer and was put on a diet of baby food. Ironically, when a kick in the stomach caused a miscarriage, Elizabeth had had enough. She said, "I wasn't put on this Earth to have a baby kicked out of my stomach". They divorced eight months after their fairy tale wedding. Perhaps this experience of such mental/verbal/physical pain led Elizabeth to empathize with the emotional pain one had to live with having AIDS. As a sum total of life experiences, Elizabeth grew compassionate as she visited hospice after hospice, hearing one story after another about AIDS patients being ostracized from society. She hugged them all. Please donate if you can and if you are being ...
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