I’m hoping this little piece might offer some insight into what Hualalai has meant to me.
Over the past years I have shared with many folks how lucky I’ve been throughout my life, and that’s exactly what I would like to do with you, today.
I was born in 1947 as one of the baby boomers. How lucky I was to be born in the United States, a country that had just won a major war for the right reasons. I wasn’t born in a third world country, or in a dictatorship; I was born in a country that was moving in the right direction. (At least for a white boy.)
Further, I was lucky enough to be born to parents who had the means to feed me well, maintain a roof over my head, and protect me from anything too awful.
Lucky enough that my parents valued education and made sure I stayed in school, went to college and even graduate school.
I was lucky to be born at a time when medicine was making great strides: at the age of 12 I had an appendicitis attack and medicine was advanced to the point where safe anesthesia was used and sterile conditions were routine, so I survived.
I was lucky enough to be a gay man just as society was beginning to accept that people like me are as normal as anyone else.
And how spectacularly lucky I was to meet and share a life with a man I adore.
How lucky I am to be with my best friend, my lover, my confidant for 43 years.
How lucky I was too have two careers that I thoroughly enjoyed. One was my passion alone and one with my partner.
How lucky to have built a successful career and life doing what I and my partner enjoy doing and making enough money to live extremely comfortably.
And how lucky I am that America finally came to allow us to marry. Both my husband and I never thought that would happen in our lifetimes.
And then:

By Mike Sack
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