“There is only one you for all time. Fearlessly be yourself.”
Today’s story is from Stan Snyder.
Life on my terms. It didn’t feel right to hide who I was. I dreaded the day, but it had to be done.
It wasn’t as hard as I thought — “coming out” in a small Tennessee town. I was an athlete, on the swim team. I made great grades. I was president of my class.
Maybe because people respected me, it was OK. Not a word to my face. I expected a beating from other “jocks” in my school. I was surprised. It never came. I felt “whole” for the first time.
And because it was easy, I decided to make the next step. Mom was long gone — she died when I was six. I decided to tell my family, starting with Dad. READ MORE