Tonight, on an otherwise unremarkable bus ride home, I listened to one of my favorite podcasts - "The Moth" out of NYC. (Learn more here) Each week, there's a new story from a writer, artist, actor or generally good storyteller.
But tonight's story is an exceptionally sad one-- the story of a guy who came out to his parents, and never heard from them again.
Hear it for yourself (00:11:07):
Under The Influence [of hope]
But as I head home, I count my many blessings... among them, caring supportive parents who love me regardless of who I love and how I do so. Maybe they're crazy, maybe I'm crazy. But unlike Jeffery Rudell, I'm lucky that I haven't spent the past 5 or 6 years wasting my time 'hoping' that they will love me like crazy. They've been doing it for 32 years now.
Yeah. I'm lucky.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
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