I find myself becoming involved with politics; obsessive/compulsive actually. I want to debate the issues. I volunteer my unsolicited opinions just to force the discussions. I don't censor my opinions to spare feelings or avoid hostilities. I expect the same of others.
Right or wrong, spoken or unspoken, opinions are not just collections of idle thoughts. They have consequences. They are windows to one's soul.
Conceived naturally; born hearing impaired; raised the youngest member of a traditional rural southern Methodist family as segregation was ending; admission to veterinary school when women for the first time outnumbered male students, blacks noticeably underrepresented; discovering my sexual identity halfway through vet school; on leaving behind the comforts of family and home, drawn to the gay ghetto of the cities; the building of a career, the politics of veterinary medicine, in a profession overwhelmingly conservative.........
By conventional standards, I am not a success story. To my peers, nothing to brag about, career or relationship wise. I am, however, financially secure enough to live a comfortable "quiet" lifestyle. But, to be quiet would require pretending, I didn't see it, I didn't hear it, I didn't have something I needed to say; where injustice doesn't concern me, I don't get involved.
Quoting my mother, who's quoting someone else, who's probably quoting someone else.......
"How do you know where I'm going if you don't know where I've been?"
This blog is my
"attempt"
at humility.
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