As I continue my journey and come across new experiences, I find that one question never seems to change. A question that so many are interested in knowing, yet very few know how to answer. The question of “Who Are You?”
The first time I think I ever came to question who I was was the year that Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl came out. The year was 2003 and I was 8 years old. After seeing the movie with the crazies that I call my parents, I guess you could say I was confused. You see in this movie, they needed certain blood to lift a curse. I wasn’t understanding why the curse wasn’t lifted the first time, when the actress spilt her blood, but, it wasn’t the blood they needed. They needed the blood of someone else’s descendent. My mom (who was in the passenger seat of the car) then explained how my grandma’s blood runs through her veins and her great grandma’s blood runs through grandma’s blood and her veins (my mom’s), and so on and so forth. So then I said, “so your blood runs through me?” trying to make some sense of the explanation.
My mom had to explain that I was adopted and, as a result, no, it wasn’t her blood running through my veins. She was a stranger- my birth mother. After 5 minutes of contemplating this answer, I then turned around and in a small voice said “Nobody wanted me?" I swear I thought we were going to die because my dad, who was driving, almost crashed the car because he was so upset that this is what I thought. My mom then turned around within a New York minute and said “Are you crazy?! We went to hell and back to get you. We had everyone praying for your arrival and we had those two lunatics in Brooklyn (grandparents) in the same situation." She went on and continued to tell me my adoption story, which I won’t get into because that story is long enough for me to start another talk, and I soon forgot I was upset.
Who do I think I am? According to Genesis 1: 26-30 I know that I am made in God’s image and likeness, and that I’m perfect in His eyes and that He loves me unconditionally. God tells me through the prophet Isaiah 49:16, that He has written my name in the palms of His hands. So yes, I like the person I am becoming. But could I ever nail down a definition of who I am? No, because we are all changing every single day. The person that is going to bed is not the same person waking up in the morning. You have become older and wiser, and are going to have new experiences. I think and hope that others see me has fun, outgoing, unique. Just remember as freshmen going into high school and even college that to have an undefined answer to this question is normal, and always keep in mind the simplest answer yet the most original is just saying that “I am me,” because no one in the entire world can be you.
