I came to the conclusion many years ago there is no such thing as a mistake when it comes to humans. Humans make mistakes, plenty of them, but when it comes to a human being, no being is a mistake. Regardless of how inauspicious our creation and beginning in this world, no one has been or ever will be a mistake.
Family Genealogy is one of my favorite past times. I love listening to my mother tell of her life, I enjoy looking at old pictures from my grandmother’s scrapbook. I have researched back many generations on both my mother and father’s sides. When I look at my “pedigree” chart, my uniqueness in the universe is confirmed. There is only one of me (many are happy about that,) and there will ever only be one of me. Decisions were made over the past hundreds and thousands of years, which led to the specific moment in time I was conceived. I would not have been me if any one of the previous combinations changed.
The “what ifs” come to play in this picture; what if my grandfather Scott did not go to Worcester, did not take the job at the Press Steel, never met my grandmother? What if my great, great grandfather was not hurt in the war in Austria, and did not come to America with his family for treatment? What if my great, great, great grandfather (father’s side) stayed in London, England, never traveled to New York; never met his wife from County Cork, Ireland, who also traveled to New York? You can see how a person’s uniqueness can unravel with the change of one decision.
There are so many other life-altering decisions this applies to, but this is not what my focus is. The title of this post is “deserving.” I am not trying to build a case of me being “deserving” of anything special, but rather I wish to assert all are deserving of respect and honor, regardless of status in life, due simply to being the only one of their kind. Each person has a part to play in history, a part, which cannot be played by another. Each person deserves a smile, a glance, encouragement and support, a thank you or you’re welcome, a hello, just because. I like to acknowledge birthdays by telling people how much I appreciate the fact they were born. By their very existence, my world and in many cases I have been changed by who they are.
As I celebrate another year of life, I can only hope I make a positive difference in other’s lives. I also wish to “tip my hat” in thanks to my ancestors, who made some “right” decisions about who to have children with.