“Thomas?…Are you okay in there?” It had been over forty five minutes since Thomas locked himself in the hall bathroom.
“I’ll be out in a minute Mom.”
The ever caring Judith, thought Thomas. Always worrying about her baby boy.
Although he was twenty eight, Judith never missed a chance to let Thomas know how much she loved him and how much he means to her.
Every second he thought about what he was about to do, made his stomach tighten and his head spin.
He looked at himself in the bathroom mirror and started to feel the pink walls closing in on him. Immediately, he turned on the faucet and flashed a handful of ice cold water on his face. Thomas knew a panic attack was coming, and he needed to stop it before he lost his nerve.
He sat on the side of the tub and started to arm himself.
The self discipline he gained when he succeeded in losing the sixty three pounds he put on after high school, he placed in his right back pocket to push him along. One step at a time.
The courage he learned he possessed after he fought with his best friend against three bear sized bullies in 10th grade instead of running and hiding, he placed in his right front pocket.
The loyalty he showed when he didn’t go away to college like all of his friends, but stayed at home, and found a job to help support his family because they needed it, he placed in his left back pocket.
The honor he showed when he returned the wallet and the cash he found inside and placed it in the owners mailbox, who lived in the neighborhood, he place in his left front pocket.
The new found love and acceptance for himself he placed in his shirt pocket.
All of his experiences in life, gave him all he needed for this moment and he wasn’t going to waste it.
With sweaty palms, he walked out of the bathroom and marched quickly to the living room where his mother and father sat watching the amazing race on television.
When he entered the room, everyone looked at him and gasped.
Thomas raised his hand and said “Mom, Dad….I’m Gay”.