Where is the love?

My mum and I may not always see eye to eye. But you'll never - and I truly mean NEVER here - see anything like this from her or me or my mates. Ever. So where is the love that considers it compassionate to make this sort of decision? Is this the same sort of love that would have you put a crack baby in a safe house to be all but ignored? Or is this the kind of love where you don't accept the wonderful gifts life has provided and instead think you can engineer a better one? You won't see me in the news. again. and again. and again. This isn't the first boy to have this happen (the conversion therapy or the internet "save so or such" campaign. He won't be the last. When it comes to me though, you certainly won't see a plea like this because I grew up on the other side of the tracks. For once, the good side prevails and we won't need to worry about this with me. Ever. Where is the love?