Growing up, I had few friends, and even fewer best friends.One of my best friends was in scouts till they threw him out for being gay. He loved being in the scouts, he worked for every badge he could, dedicated everything...and they threw him out like a rag. His family also gave so much time to the organization, his father was a scout master, and his mother worked in the group as well. His older brother was in scouts as a child and worked in the group.
As soon as my friend was kicked out, the group not only lost a dedicated scout, but entire family of dedicated scouts, saying "If they think they are too good for my boy, we are too good for them". He was bullied in school for being gay, but he never stopped smiling. He never let them see him hurt. He graduated valedictorian of our graduating class, just to spite those who tormented him.
He was not a deviant, he was a normal person. He put his pants on one leg at a time like the rest of us. My children call him uncle as we are such good friends, since elementary school that we are like brothers. I trust him with my family, I trust him with my life. He is one of the best human beings that I know.
I am thankful that I know this man, and if there is a god, I am happy he sent me such a good friend.