This I Believe

Coming out of the closet was probably the most difficult thing I had ever done. I didn’t really have a problem with telling other people that I liked girls, but I had no idea what my mom’s reaction was going to be like. I honestly didn’t really care about my dad’s opinion, since he didn’t really seem to care about me at the time anyway. My mom wasn’t always so religious, but she did always love God. When she became a Jehovah’s Witness I didn’t think much of it. I didn’t really think anything would change. I was wrong. Everything changed. I have always followed my mom and I love her with all my heart so I went with her to all her religious meetings and I went door-to-door preaching with her. I began to love god more than I even thought possible. When I learned that god disapproved of homosexuality it didn’t mean much to me. I guess you could say I never really liked boys and I had always been a little different than the rest of the girls at school. When I told my mom that I was a lesbian she freaked out and started to cry. It hurt me terribly to see that I was the cause of her pain. She told me that I was just confused and that I was just going through a faze. I have nothing against homosexuals and I truthfully respect them, but I couldn’t stand hurting my mother like that. Neither one of us mentioned that again. I think I can really relate to Joel Engarsio because our stories are very similar. They may not have the same ending, but I think you could say we’re both happy. I respect him for his decision, but I don’t think I could have made the same one. Either way, in the end, we both believe the same thing. I believe that we each believe something different, and to each one of us, what we believe is the truth. We all see the world as something different, but we should respect each other no matter how confusing someone’s beliefs might seem to us.

SPECIAL THANKS TO LIVY SOLIS WHO READ THIS ESSAY AND THOUGHT OF ME :)