DiabetesLike insulin for your soul.[A man alone against a white background. He’s middle-aged and wearing casual sensible clothing—a cardigan, a button-up shirt, brown trousers, loafers, etc. He is looking ahead with sad eyes and a pouting lower lip.] Man: I don’t wanna have diabetes. [He scrunches his eyes a bit, and his pout turns to a wider unhappy frown. He pauses for a few seconds, looking disconsolate.] Man: I hate diabetes! [His lower lips starts to quiver, and his hands make fists. He pauses again and tears start to well up in his eyes.] Man: None of my friends have diabetes! How come I’ve got to have diabetes?! [He throws his fists around to punctuate his sentences. He starts to cry, then to really sob while yelling.] Man: It’s not fair! I don’t wanna have diabetes! [More sobbing. He brings his fists up to his eyes to hide his face. This goes on for a few more seconds… then slowly he goes out of focus.] Voice-over: Please give generously. One day, we’ll find a cure for juvenile diabetes. [The words “Juvenile Diabetes Association” appears onscreen with a 1-800 number.]
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