Day 11: Something you always think “What if…?” about.
I was born on October 7, 1981 in San Dimas, CA. I was born to a married couple with very supportive families. I was born into a white, educated, middle-class family.
I could have been born anywhere though. And to anyone. What if I had been born in China? Or South Africa? Or the Ukraine? Or Venezuela? My life would be very different.
I think this is an extremely important realization – especially right now.
I didn’t mention that I was born into a family that leans to the right. They worked very hard to get where they are- I respect that. But they can’t understand how I turned out so left-leaning. It’s because of this “what if”.
I explain it like this: it’s like a marathon- 26.2 miles. But the start line differs. Some people have it easy. They start at mile 26. Others, just by random chance of where they are born and who they are born to, start at mile 0 and have to jump every obstacle in their way just to finish.
Life isn’t fair. The starting line isn’t fair. And it’s important to remember that you could have just as easily been born wearing that person’s shoes and have to run a whole hell of a lot further to get to the same finish line.