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" nuestras historias sonaban sorprendentemente familiares. Todos nos habíamos topado con ultimátums que no existían para otras personas, condiciones que no suelen imponerse en el amor entre padres e hijos. En un momento dado, nos habíamos tenido que enfrentar a un «o cambias esto o si no…»: si no, nos quedaríamos sin hogar, sin dinero, excomulgados, exiliados. Todos habíamos tenido miedo de caer en el olvido; a todos nos habían contado historias para advertirnos de los adictos a las drogas o al sexo, de personas que terminaban muriendo sumidas en la agonía del sida en los bajos fondos de alguna ciudad de la Costa Oeste "
― Garrard Conley , Boy Erased: A Memoir of Identity, Faith, and Family
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" People had always seen my father as a devout believer, but at the age of fifty he had taken the next step, stumbling down our church aisle, shaking and crying, kneeling with the entire congregation until our preacher declared that God had called my father to the service. “I was aimless before I found my calling,” my father repeated weekly, standing before pulpits across the state of Arkansas, until my mother and I started to believe him, to clap along with his audience. “I was nothing. But God healed me. He made me whole. Gave me purpose. "
― Garrard Conley , Boy Erased: A Memoir of Identity, Faith, and Family