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Daya Curley's avatar

I'm very moved by this. If only I had had any adult like Walz to support me in junior high. I'm so glad he was there for those kids. It reminds you how kind humans can be.

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Eric's avatar

Jake was very fortunate to encounter a very open and fostering environment with the Walz's - especially in Minnesota.

Like Jake, I was struggling with my sexuality in high school - an all-boys religious school to boot (Xaverian Brothers), and also didn't know any other gay people. This was in the late 80's, during the AIDS crisis, so gay men were already being stigmatized by society. My aunt was a devout Catholic. She attended Mass daily, walking a mile each way to the church, and she was someone who I had tremendous respect for, and someone I could talk to. We ultimately had "the talk". She told me two things; first, she already knew I was gay (I wish adults would just tell us that beforehand, it would eliminate a lot of the anxiety!!), and second, that God made me, and the fact that I was gay was just part of his plan for me. Also, that I was family and would always be welcomed in her home. No judgement, no recriminations, no burning in Hell, and that who was she to second-guess God?

Due to the whole sexual abuse crisis I'm not a practicing Catholic, and believe the lessons of God and the Bible have been selfishly perverted by those who claim to be speaking in his name. But for people like my aunt and the Walz's, who understand that that the Golden Rule of most religions is simply "treat others as you would like them to treat you", being gay is no different from the color of your eyes - it's just part of who you are.

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