About ten years ago, a childhood friend of mine asked me if he could visit with me. I hadn�t seen him in several years and I was looking forward to catching up. We had been friends for over 20 years. But as with many people who are caught up in raising a family, serving in ones profession, etc., it�s often difficult to keep up with your friends.
My son and daughter rode with us to the supermarket. We were going to barbeque on this warm summer�s day. During the ride over we chatted about everything under the sun. And it reminded me of how much I had missed chatting to my friend.
I still remember it so vividly � we were standing in the cold section of the market. I think I was fishing out cuts of meat. My children, as usual, were discussing the merits of Chocolate Chocolate-Chip vs Pralines and Cream. As I flipped a packet of ribs into the trolly, Bob looked at me and quietly said �Bill, I�m a homosexual.� I was surprised by two things. Never in my life would I have guessed. Never. And, I was temporarily caught by the word he used �homosexual,� rather than the more common euphemism we more often hear �gay.�
I didn�t say anything as I pushed the trolley along towards the next aisle. As we reached the bottled fizzy drinks, I pulled down a couple of bottles of coke and turned to Bob. I still had on my dog collar and if I�m brutally honest, for reasons I can�t explain, I felt as if people were watching me. Of course, they weren�t. I looked at Bob. He had a pained look on his face. I would equate his expression as one of fear. �Bob,� I spoke, because you�ve been so honest with me, I feel there�s something I must tell you as a friend.� He looked at me with such a pained expression. �Bob, I�ve been wanting to share this with you for a long time.� I paused for a second. �Bob, I have green eyes.�
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