Unfold my heterosexual arms I embrace my girlfriend whose 14-year old son has just told her he thinks he's gay. I catch her tears and take them to my gay friend and ask him what I can do to support them. Unlock my healthy heart and see the scars of abuse and degradation. I think my drunken grandfather who I never knew abused my grandmother, although she never said so. Reveal my strong legs and arms as I clear the way for my friend's wheelchair in the crowded restaurant.
People sigh and shift and whisper.
They don't realize the path should have already been waiting so my friend could have entered with self-sufficient dignity. Reflecting on the Reflection . I didn't understand their message then. I was blessed with my life, three sons, a good husband, and incredible friends. I was blessed With mind-changing jobs where I learned about diversity, disability, ability, homosexuality, heterosexuality, abuse, and healing.