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Some nights in America feel unbearably quiet.

You sit in a room full of everything you worked for… yet something is missing.

No familiar voices. No one calling your name with love.

Just you—and the weight of being strong all the time.

You smile outside, but inside, you’re tired of holding it all alone.

Imagine being a well-known gospel singer with a large and growing fan base and being “outed” on social media in a leaked Instagram video for all the world to see before you were ready.

Unfortunately, this really happened to someone a few days ago. But I’m not going to write about it here. I choose rather to extend much love and peace to the young man, his partner, and their families. I’m sure they will need plenty of both in the days ahead.

However. Being the loving, and unapologetically supportive mother of a Black LGBTQ+ young adult son. What I am going to do is share some encouraging quotes. Words of support for our LGBTQ+ community at large.

May reading these encouraging quotes make a positive impact in the world for the greater good of all.

Every letter represents someone saying, “This is who I am,” and in that simple courage, they help the rest of us see that being human was never meant to be one-size-fits-all. It’s a celebration of the heart’s infinite variety—a sweet, vibrant thread in the tapestry of what makes life worth cherishing. 🌈

Here’s a short, true-to-life story I wrote for you:

The Accident I Never Saw Coming

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon in early fall. I was in my apartment, doing nothing more dramatic than trying to change a lightbulb in the ceiling fan. The kind of everyday chore you’ve done a hundred times without thinking.

I stepped up onto a wobbly kitchen chair I’d used as a makeshift ladder for years. One foot on the seat, the other on the backrest like an idiot. I reached up, twisted the old bulb out, and was just sliding the new one in when the chair decided it had enough of my nonsense.

The back leg snapped clean off with a loud crack.

Everything happened in half a second. The chair collapsed sideways. I dropped straight down, still clutching the glass bulb. My body twisted mid-air in a desperate attempt to not land on my head. Instead, I slammed shoulder-first into the edge of the dining table, then bounced off it and hit the hardwood floor like a sack of potatoes.

The bulb shattered in my hand.

I lay there for a moment, stunned, staring at the ceiling fan spinning lazily above me with one empty socket. My left shoulder felt like it had been hit by a truck. Sharp, burning pain radiated down my arm. Blood was already welling up from several deep cuts on my palm and fingers where the broken glass had sliced me. My hip and knee had taken secondary hits against the table and floor.

Nothing life-threatening. No broken bones (miraculously). No head injury. Just a lot of blood, a dislocated shoulder that popped back in painfully when I tried to move, and a collection of bruises that would turn every color of the rainbow over the next two weeks.

I sat on the floor, holding my bleeding hand, and started laughing — the kind of slightly hysterical laugh that comes when you realize how absurd the whole thing was.

A lightbulb. A kitchen chair. A Sunday afternoon.

I never expected to get taken out by home lighting maintenance.

The ER doctor later told me I was lucky. A few inches different and I could’ve cracked my skull on the table corner. Instead, I walked away with twelve stitches in my hand, a separated shoulder that needed physical therapy for months, and a nasty limp for a couple of weeks from the bruised hip.

To this day, I refuse to stand on anything but a real step ladder. And I always—always—turn the power off at the breaker before changing a bulb.

Because sometimes the accidents that don’t kill you are the ones that humble you the hardest.

Anita is a radiant young lady whose gentle smile lights up even the busiest streets of New York City. With a heart full of warmth and a soul as sweet as golden hour light, she moves through life with quiet grace and endless kindness.