Being Resilient: How The Worst Moments Of Our Lives Define Us Speech Highlights

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On the occasion of the National Gay Pride Month, I want to share some words from my journal from 2017.

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02/16/2017: 

I am madly writing down every single word that’s coming out of Solomon’s mouth. This is amazing. How can love be exclusive? It can only be universal and all encompassing.

Andrew Solomon: How the worst moments in our lives make us who we are:

We don’t seek the painful experiences that hew our identities, but we seek our identities in the wake of painful experiences. We cannot bear a pointless torment, but we can endure great pain if we believe that it’s purposeful. Ease makes less of an impression on us than struggle. We could have been ourselves without our delights, but not without the misfortunes that drive our search for meaning. “Therefore, I take pleasure in infirmities,” St. Paul wrote in Second Corinthians, “for when I am weak, then I am strong.”

I would have had an easier life if I were straight, but I would not be me. And I now like being myself better than the idea of being someone else, someone who, to be honest, I have neither the option of being nor the ability fully to imagine. But if you banish the dragons, you banish the heroes, and we become attached to the heroic strain in our own lives. I’ve sometimes wondered whether I could have ceased to hate that part of myself without gay pride’s technicolor fiesta, of which this speech is one manifestation.

I used to think I would know myself to be mature when I could simply be gay without emphasis. But the self-loathing of that period left a void, and celebration needs to fill and overflow it, and even if I repay my private debt of melancholy, there’s still an outer world of homophobia that it will take decades to address. Someday, being gay will be a simple fact, free of party hats and blame. But not yet. A friend of mine who thought gay pride was getting very carried away with itself, once suggested that we organize Gay Humility Week.

And neutrality, which seems to lie halfway between despair and celebration, is actually the endgame.
In October, it was my 50th birthday, and my family organized a party for me. And in the middle of it, my son said to my husband that he wanted to make a speech. And John said, “George, you can’t make a speech. You’re four.”

“Only Grandpa and Uncle David and I are going to make speeches tonight.” But George insisted and insisted, and finally, John took him up to the microphone, and George said very loudly, “Ladies and gentlemen! May I have your attention, please?” And everyone turned around, startled. And George said, “I’m glad it’s daddy’s birthday. I’m glad we all get cake. And Daddy, if you were little, I’d be your friend.”

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Here’s the speech:

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