It didn’t start out to be about me, but it was. In fact, it’s not about me! But LOL, it is about me. And it’s about lots of other folks like me who were adopted without knowing who their real parents were. And still don’t.
A reporter in the HARO (Help A Reporter Out) space needed a few quotes about adoption. I replied that I was willing to help her. The reporter, Chandra Evans, interviewed me and the result is in this article, which turned out to be quite a lot — more than I thought she would be using.
It did get me to thinking about what happened back then, and about the meaning of life. We’re who we are from our genes. YES, I did 23 and me to see who I really was, but the numbers aren’t me. I am me. My brother, Bob, is my brother (also adopted). My adopted mom and dad were my mom and dad. That’s the whole banana right there.
Did “23andme” give me closure? No. But life (I say this all the time, and some people don’t like it) is a crapshoot. No guarantees as to where, when, how, or to whom you are born. Life happens to us all, and what we make of it after we’re here is why we’re here.
Finding out why is what makes it fun. Finding out why is what makes us nuts. Whether you’re adopted or not makes no difference, really.
Remember: Steve Jobs was adopted. ‘Nuf said.