Based on the story that is sad, painful and true, Rich Paschall, Sunday Night Blog

Angel was a handsome boy who had a secret he desperately needed to keep. By the age of 13 he knew what he liked and by 16, he had a boyfriend. He spent a lot of time with his boyfriend and his cover was always that he was working on his homework. No one knew that his homework included kissing another teenage boy.

When Angel would return home from his after school “homework sessions,” he would have his boyfriend drop him off 2 blocks from his house so his father would not see him kiss his boyfriend good-bye. One day, however, his father was behind him on the street and saw the boys from a short distance away. When Angel realized his father was watching he told his boyfriend to leave immediately.

“Are you going to be OK?” the boyfriend asked.

“I don’t know but you won’t be if you don’t get the hell out of here,” Angel cried. He grabbed his guitar and got out of the vehicle. His boyfriend sped away. He knew his father hated gay boys. When he was 13 the father told him if he ever found out he was gay, he would put him in the emergency room. He feared that might include his friend too.

Angel’s father drove his car across the road to where Angel was standing, got out and shouted at the boy. “Who the F is that?  Are you a faggot?” Angel said nothing and this angered his father. “I’m going to ask you again, are you a faggot?” the dad repeated. Angel could not deny being gay, but he knew admitting to it could actually be deadly. So his father hit him full force in the chest and asked again.  Angel said nothing and took a beating right there in the street. No one came to stop the father as he punched the boy over and over. Finally, the father threw Angel’s guitar in his truck and ordered the boy to get in. It seemed he drove 100 miles an hour the two blocks home.

Once inside the kitchen, Angel was backed up against the stove as the father again demanded to know if he was gay. Angel remembered the emergency room threat of three years earlier and said nothing. That did not save him. His father wailed away on the boy’s face and chest and arms and stomach. Angel became sick from the pain as the father kept it up.

“How can you do this to me?” the father shouted in extreme anger. At that Angel had to respond.

“How can I do this to you?” Angel cried out through his pain. “Look what you are doing to me right now.” The boy had suffered through a beating that mere words could not adequately explain as the father continued to batter him on his handsome face and anywhere else he could reach.

Angel then started inching his way toward the sink while he was being hit. He knew his father would demand his phone and there were definitely pictures he did not want his father to see. There was a bucket of water in the sink and his plan was to drop the phone in the bucket. He did not get there. The father demanded the phone. After he took it from the boy he sent him up to his room. Soon the father arrived in the room and declared in an angry voice, “You will stop this. I did not raise a faggot in this house. Is that understood?”

Angel swallowed his pride. He was sick and bleeding and could not take another punch. “Yes,” he cried. At that the father left the room but warned he would be back soon. He had not seen the phone pictures yet, and had to go with Angel’s stepmom to pick up the step sisters.

The boy cried. He cried like he had never cried in his entire 16 years. He was in pain, he was bleeding and he was called a “faggot.” To Angel, being called a faggot was as bad as the beating.

He knew he had to get out. He could not call the police. His father was a cop. So he searched frantically for an abuse hotline number he got at school. He stumbled down the stairs and called. Shaking and in fear, he tried to urgently explain what happened before his father returned. The hotline operator sounded like an angel to the boy and asked if there was somewhere safe he could go. Angel mentioned the parents of a person he recently met. They got the mother on the phone and explained the circumstance.  Angel was instructed to pack some clothes and leave.  The friend’s mother would meet him a few blocks away on the corner.

Angel threw a few items in a bag and ran for his life.  His face was bleeding.  His stomach and chest were in severe pain and his legs were weak.  He tried to run but his legs did not seem to want to go.  It was the longest journey of his life. He wanted to go faster.  “Please get me there.” he thought.  When the corner was in sight, Angel willed himself forward.  He had to make it.  He truly felt his life depended on it.  But when he got to a liquor factory parking lot, he stumbled and fell to the ground.  Battered, bruised and bleeding, Angel could fly no further. There he lay wondering what would become of him.

His friend and her mother spotted him from the corner and ran to his aid. They helped him to her car and took him home. There she did what Angel could not. She called the police. They came and took one look at Angel and called for an ambulance. Angel’s father had successfully carried out his promise. He put his gay son in the emergency room.

The story does not end there. Angel recovered from his injuries. Things got better for him. In future years he was able to forgive the father who could have beaten him to death if there had been a little more time. Eventually, the father realized what he had done to a son he thought he loved, and asked for forgiveness. Now as a young adult, Angel has the courage to tell that painful story, because there is a lesson in it for teens facing danger just for kissing someone of the same-sex.

Note:  I did not know Angel or speak to him in advance.  After this story was written, I found him and asked him to read it.  He had not thought about it for a while so I felt bad for bringing it to him.  He said it was OK, and liked it.  “You captured the day pretty on point.” If you wish to see Angel tell the complete story himself, you can find it below. For more thoughts on A Coming Out Story and the Trevor Project, check out this past article.

Categories: Crime and Cops, Family, LGBT, Rich Paschall

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  1. Reblogged this on Sunday Night Blog and commented:

    A story I wanted to write for a long time became my most viewed story of the year by far.


  2. The story is tragically affecting, I admire how he was able to forget (not literally but something that surpasses understanding) and forgive his father about the past as “he had not thought about it for a while”. I have to transparently say, there is always something more than being gay, but for sure God loves him deeply (every gay) no matter what. That is truly a point of serendipity. 🙂

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  3. Thank you for sharing this.I also hope it will enlighten others who share the same view as your father.

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  4. Reblogged this on Bookmark The Journey and commented:
    It Really Does Get Better!

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  5. Terrific story, thanks for sharing it 😉

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  6. I’m gay and I haven’t come out yet; I wouldn’t demonize the father, because I live within a homophobic culture too.

    I guess my father would react as such or even worse, and which indicates one of the reason, why I haven’t come out yet.

    But it’s a cultural thing, and our parents do love us irrespective of whether we are killers, thieves, geniuses, gay or straight.

    I think that they are more afraid of what might happen to us, how we are going to be ostracised by the others when the ‘others’ come to know about our choices.

    When I think of it by placing myself in my mother’s shoes; I would be hurt to know that my son is gay.

    I would blame myself first of all, for having ‘failed’ at making my son ‘the way he should be’, and which is like the others and ‘normal’.

    I would cry, and would even do things to make my son change his ways, because I think of it as being something I ‘chose’.

    Unless, people start to understand that being gay doesn’t equate to being a ‘freak’, things like this is going to occur everyday.

    Just saying.


    • It is a cultural thing, but the important issue to remember is that Angel did not choose to be gay. He was born that way. His parents did not fail him in that regard. For a parent to be upset and punish the child by attempting to beat him to death does indicate a failure to be a proper parent. Unless we change the culture, your are right. This will continue to happen.


  7. Beautiful! Touching! Such a strong post! So well written!


  8. Reblogged this on Cristian Mihai.

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  9. This is well on its way to being one of the MOST VIEWED posts to be published on Serendipity. I sent it to Reddit because I thought more people should see it than would see it here. I think you should consider posting it on other sites too. It’s not just Angel’s story that is so gripping. It’s also how you wrote it. More people need to understand this is not just a personal family matter, but poses a real danger to youngsters who are already fragile. Great writing, important subject.

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    • Thanks, I would like to spread it around. I shared it on the usual: facebook, twitter, google+ and added tumblr and Stumble Upon. I guess I should look into Reddit some day. I don’t know of others. There are so many now. I think it is spreading itself around through “shares” now.

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  10. Very sad..but beautiful.. is there any way to get in touch with Angel..a website or something? I would like to reach out with support as a fellow lgbt friend.


  11. Unfortunately, this kind of story takes place too often. Angel’s courage in making it public will help a lot of other young men. Ignorant fathers and mothers need to hear the facts about being gay and the struggle their sons and daughters have to be accepted in society. Bless them all.

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  12. Feels really odd to hit the “like” button, when a part of me wants to vomit. (hope you know what I’m attempting to say.) Thank you for sharing, ugly and painful as it is. Some stories need to be told again, and again, and again, lest we forget. You’ve told it well.

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    • I do know what you mean. It seemed strange to me when I liked Angel’s video. Thanks for the comment.

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      • A sad, poignant and powerful account. I don’t say “story” because it’s real. There are a lot of Angels out there still afraid in our enlightened world. I’ve covered some “Angels” in my professional life. Well done, Rich.

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        • Exactly, Mr. A. I’ve unfortunately dealt with many “Angels” in different walks of life during my time. There are some professions where we must keep a clear head in order to proceed forward with what we have to offer. Still not sure if it made me stronger. I’d like to think it did.

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        • Thanks Garry, that means a lot. I have been meaning to tell this one for a while. I finally found the words and then I found Angel, himself. This was quite a journey.


          • I posted you on Reddit … You’ve gotten like another 300 hits since I put it up this afternoon. Congratulations. Your message is being heard.

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          • So glad you wrote this, Rich. It’s timely. Hell, it’s ALWAYS timely. As I may have said before, it resonates strongly here because of the racism battle. That and some abundantly clear ethics passed on by Mom and Dad. Again, a superb piece of writing invested with humanity.

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