“Let’s say that it was 24 hours before you were born, and a genie appeared and said, ‘What I’m going to do is let you set the rules of the society into which you will be born. You can set the economic rules and the social rules, and whatever rules you set will apply during your lifetime and your children’s lifetimes.’ And you’ll say, ‘Well, that’s nice, but what’s the catch?’ And the genie says, ‘Here’s the catch. You don’t know if you’re going to be born rich or poor, white or black, male or female, able-bodied or infirm, intelligent or retarded.’
The above quote has been attributed in recent times to Warren Buffet though I’m sure it’s been said,in some form, from the earliest days of human society.
The point is that the course of our lives are very much determined by our births and that is very much a crap shoot. We are pretty much stuck with how those dice come up.
Adoption, to some extent attempts to change that, to give us, and everyone else involved a do-over. They can take us to a different economic level. They can’t change our race, but we can be given the advantages of being raised within a more privileged one. They can’t change our sex, but they can see that we will be put where we may more fulfill the roles that society has laid out. They can effect the shape and fuction of our bodies through medical care we might not have received. They can see that what natural intelligence we have has a chance to develop. But they really can’t change us.
We are what we are. We can take on the mantle of someone born to something other than what we were. But that’s all it is, a covering, and many times an ill fitting and uncomfortable one. It’s not the effects of the so-called advantages adoption afforded us, we do benefit from the education, the place in society, many times those are the very things that allow us to pull this poor outfit off at all. It that this thing doesn’t fit well and we are always overdressed for the table. We are a house mark, and everybody but the suckers can spot us a mile away.
When it’s our turn to roll, everybody that knows dick bets Don’t Pass. You see, they can get us to the table, but they can’t load the dice. So it’s on to the next shooter.
Einstein was right, God doesn’t play dice. And others are foolhardy to try.