(Huffington Post) “I don’t know how to ask this, but um,” my friend said to me.
“Just ask,” I interrupted.
“Well, my boss is in a strange place and I was wondering if you could talk to him. He just found out this his little girl, er boy, er well, he found out that one of his children is transgender. You’re the only person I know that’s Trans and just by knowing you, it’s helped me a lot, so I just thought maybe you could talk to him.”
“Of course,” I said and he gave me the number.
I texted the man and we began a dialogue. We decided to meet at one of those gourmet sandwich shops.
Now I’m not one for public places, but this was something I felt I needed to do.
I waited by the end of the line, watching to see if anyone walked in matching the description I had been given. Then he arrived.
I could see by the look on his face that he was trying to find someone as well, so I waved and he waved back. He walked up to join me in line.
We exchanged pleasantries as we went through the line ordering our food.
Ken told me that he had attended seminary courses and that this was so counter to everything he had been taught and to the religion he had chosen.
As we sat and ate our meal, he told me the story of how he found out his child was transgender.