| (-- "Our Son's Story"... CONTINUED --) My sleep was fitful. I would wake up with such fears. I would 
                go to his room during the night just to make sure he was okay. 
                I would listen to him breathe and then kiss his cheek. He needed 
                our love then more than he had ever needed it. I knew I had to 
                dig deep inside myself and find the unconditional love for my 
                child that every parent must offer and every child deserves.  Within the group was one girl to which Adam was most attracted. 
                Her name was Danielle. Petite, attractive, vivacious and extremely 
                talented, she was the "catch" for any young man. Danielle was 
                always "going out" with someone. During this time, Adam and Danielle 
                spent a lot of time together, as friends. Their friendship grew 
                quite strong. There was no doubt of their love for each other. 
                Anyone could see the deep love these two friends had for each 
                other.  Danielle's family became an extension to ours. Her parents were 
                as protective and strict as we were, so we were comfortable with 
                Adam spending a lot of time at her house.  We hoped Danielle could be the one to bring Adam out of what 
                we thought was his sexual confusion. She was not. Instead of being 
                the girl to bring him out of this confused state, she became the 
                only person in whom he could confide.  Danielle was the only person he "came out" to for most of his 
                high school years. She kept this secret for Adam and it gave him 
                the freedom to have someone to talk to about his feelings. She 
                also helped him understand our feelings. Her family knew too and 
                that gave Adam a place of refuge to go to, when there was too 
                much stress and awkwardness at home. Even though our love never 
                wavered for Adam, we were struggling to understand him. That often 
                made our home a place that was uncomfortable and unfamiliar to 
                all of us.  One night in December 1998, it felt as though a guardian angel 
                was at work. I have always felt that you do not find books, they 
                find you. This was the night the light began to shine at the end 
                of that dark tunnel we had been in for a year. The following is 
                an excerpt from my journal that night.  << GO BACK | CONTINUE 
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