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Jo, jag pratade ju för ett tag sedan med Ryan från Californien som berättade hur hans pappa förskjutit honom efter att han kommit ut som homosexuell. Jag och Ryan blev Facebookvänner och igår postade han detta inlägg publikt på sin vägg. Jag tycker att det var så fint skrivet att jag vill dela det i den här (fantastiskt positiva) tråden. Jag blev väldigt berörd av honom och han verkar vara en sån person som det inte finns något ont i.
"I'd like to share with everyone an interesting story about family. I've only told a few people so far, but I think it'd be nice to share this story with more.
Normally a lot of us picture family as parents and their kids, but I never truly thought of it that way. While biological relations in most cases make up what we call a family, I like to think it is not just limited to that. It can also comprise more individuals you end up meeting later. People who stand by your side, who like to bring out the best in you, who you can tell anything to, first people you think of when you want to share good news.
Friends can think of each other as being "like siblings," but if you truly, truly do treat each other like one, then you are! I mean, sure, while you technically may spend different amount of time together or you live in different places or you have different blood, it doesn't change the fact that you share a special bond, right? I'm sure some of you out there can think of someone far, far away who you'd practically consider a brother or sister.
On the other hand, while one may technically be blood-related, they might not really care for you at all. Maybe the parent abandons the offspring for whatever reason. Would the child then really want to consider the parent a loving part of the family?
That's what it all boils down to: family isn't about blood, it's about who you love, and who loves you.
What reaffirms my belief in this is an event that happened a while back: My biological father, without hesitation, cut all ties with me when I chose to tell him I had a boyfriend, and proudly told me that his reputation was worth more than being associated to me. That I was not worthy of the last name, and that I was worse than a disabled person. And that was it. Over two decades of seeing his face gone in a flash.
Obviously, to choose to hate without a moment's hesitation is not the kind of behavior you'd expect from someone who truly valued who you are as an individual in the first place. He advised me not to tell anyone else, but I knew I was not going to let myself become isolated.
While that day was pretty lame, what I got in return was the best support one could expect: relatives and friends reached out to me with the most caring words and encouragement. They reminded me I was I was a human like anyone else. Not only that, this moment helped me become even closer to those I care for. Because I was able to be more open. They applauded my courage. And I thought to myself, "This is what love is all about." It took being hated by one to appreciate what love from many truly meant.
I am in a much happier position now. Because I know who the family members truly are. You have my eternal gratitude. Thank you very much.
Be kind to one another, and love your genuine self; that is the easiest way to live. Digital hugs to you for reading this."
"I'd like to share with everyone an interesting story about family. I've only told a few people so far, but I think it'd be nice to share this story with more.
Normally a lot of us picture family as parents and their kids, but I never truly thought of it that way. While biological relations in most cases make up what we call a family, I like to think it is not just limited to that. It can also comprise more individuals you end up meeting later. People who stand by your side, who like to bring out the best in you, who you can tell anything to, first people you think of when you want to share good news.
Friends can think of each other as being "like siblings," but if you truly, truly do treat each other like one, then you are! I mean, sure, while you technically may spend different amount of time together or you live in different places or you have different blood, it doesn't change the fact that you share a special bond, right? I'm sure some of you out there can think of someone far, far away who you'd practically consider a brother or sister.
On the other hand, while one may technically be blood-related, they might not really care for you at all. Maybe the parent abandons the offspring for whatever reason. Would the child then really want to consider the parent a loving part of the family?
That's what it all boils down to: family isn't about blood, it's about who you love, and who loves you.
What reaffirms my belief in this is an event that happened a while back: My biological father, without hesitation, cut all ties with me when I chose to tell him I had a boyfriend, and proudly told me that his reputation was worth more than being associated to me. That I was not worthy of the last name, and that I was worse than a disabled person. And that was it. Over two decades of seeing his face gone in a flash.
Obviously, to choose to hate without a moment's hesitation is not the kind of behavior you'd expect from someone who truly valued who you are as an individual in the first place. He advised me not to tell anyone else, but I knew I was not going to let myself become isolated.
While that day was pretty lame, what I got in return was the best support one could expect: relatives and friends reached out to me with the most caring words and encouragement. They reminded me I was I was a human like anyone else. Not only that, this moment helped me become even closer to those I care for. Because I was able to be more open. They applauded my courage. And I thought to myself, "This is what love is all about." It took being hated by one to appreciate what love from many truly meant.
I am in a much happier position now. Because I know who the family members truly are. You have my eternal gratitude. Thank you very much.
Be kind to one another, and love your genuine self; that is the easiest way to live. Digital hugs to you for reading this."
En arkitekt från Washington DC som berömde oss för flyktinghanteringen. Samtalet bröts dessvärre så ja...
