Food for Thought p.1

When I Told My Gay Son 49 People Died For Being Just Like Him

''The world was exploding, and I was at an auction. On June 11, I decided to unplug early because my friend Sam and I were going to an auction in the morning. Neither of us needed anything—it’s just one of those things we do together. I woke up about 10 minutes before I headed out the door, and we listened to Acoustic Sunrise on the radio all the way there. The day was hot. Summer has arrived to the Midwest, calendar be damned. 94 degrees. And that’s without the heat index. We looked through the pink depression glass and old milk bottles. We shook our heads at the amount of money some people will pay for a crock. Then I saw my find of the day. A scythe. An honest-to-god, two handled, bringing-in-the-sheaves, scythe. And I got it for $1. I was so stoked. I took a picture of it, and pulled out my phone and went on to Twitter for the first time that day. Punchy in the heat of the day, I wrote “ALL THE DEATH COSPLAY” because I am a total Terry Pratchett nerd, and posted a pic of my newfound treasure. And then I saw the rest of my feed. I don’t think I have ever deleted a tweet so fast.

Devastation. 49 lives so tragically, permanently, and needlessly ended. So many others hurt.

And because I am selfish, my first thought was “How am I going to explain this to my child?”...''

by Amelia