The Beginning

I am not the best writer, neither the best speaker, however, I always thought of sharing my testimony with others, but I thought it would have been my personal testimony as a cancer survivor. I never thought that I would be sharing with others the part of my life that I will share today. When you think you have an “almost” perfect family with no major problems and children who had been raised with moral values, you would never think that you will go through a situation like the one I am currently experiencing. It looks so far from you, like something that you will never be touched by. I will compare it with cancer. You know about people around you that are cancer patients and you get sad about it, but you never think that this condition is going to affect you or anyone in your family. I am a living testimony of this. I am a cancer survivor. So, I would say that we have the same reaction to homosexuals. Why, you might ask? Because we look at homosexuals, labeling them, judging them, while, at the same time, thinking that our children can never be one of “them.” The day that you discover that your children have problems with their sexual identity, you feel like your world has broken in pieces. We never will be really prepared for such a discovery. My purpose is not to debate whether or not homosexuality is a sin, or an abomination, or a sickness that can be cured. Neither it is to speculate what happened with chromosomes X and Y, nor even to argue about the possibilities that your child will change because he or she was influenced by friends. My genuine purpose of sharing my story with you is straightforward, simple, and heartfelt: no matter the circumstances, love your child unconditionally.