‘In 1945, these two soldiers had hiked up into the Austrian Alps and a friend took their picture as they embraced in the snow. One soldier kept these snapshots hidden in a shoebox until the early 1990s when he handed them to a relative, along with the ring that he was wearing in the Alps photo, with the request: “Please keep these safe for me.” According to the relative, the soldier, nearing the end of his life, wanted to preserve the one thing that meant more to him than anything else. He passed away two years later.’
I’m not crying, you’re crying…
Privilege is being able to love who you love and not have to keep it a secret almost unto the grave for fear of being destroyed personally or professionally or potentially even facing criminal charges.