The Mustard Seed

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I did not choose to be here and now. My destination from the beginning of my journey was chosen for me. My sex was chosen for me. My keepers or so called parents were chosen for me along with their biases, ethnic, and political status. I was helpless and reliant on their good nature to take care of me, feed me, clothe me, and protect me. I never understood that it was my duty to teach them unconditional love and humility. They taught me to eat by myself, put clothes on when I got cold, to go potty on the toilet. Not so I could become self reliant but so they no longer had to change my dippers. I was a drain on their resources from my birth. My keepers provided me with shelter, food, clothing, entertainment and medical assistance. I was alive and knew nothing of where I was or who I was with. Proximity dictated who my friends would be and where I went to school....

Have you ever lost a cell phone? I take the train to Union Station, Downtown Los Angeles, two days a month because I volunteer time as a docent, giving tours of the Cathedral of Our Lady and I also man the Plaza Information Booth. Reaching inside my pocket for my cell phone to take a picture, I realized that my phone was not there. I was panic stricken! Hundreds of contacts, over three thousand pictures, social media accounts, and banking information, ect… lost in seconds! My life’s profile was in the hands of a stranger! The cost of the phone was the least of my concerns; however, it did cross my mind. It felt like I had been violated, exposed and naked before the world. Why is privacy so sacred? Could it be that privacy affords me the opportunity to become who I want to be? To lie to people who don’t know me?   To exaggerate or demean the facts about myself?   Go places I have never been? How much am I really worth?   Privacy becomes a welcome mystery to reality