What Are You?

In one of my first corporate jobs, a woman asked me, “What are you?”

I smiled and said, “I’m a man.”

“No, really. What are you?”

I knew what she was asking. I was also a little offended. I mean, doesn’t my slanty ass eyes and straight, black hair kinda give a hint as to my ethnic background? So I told her that my nationality was Latin.

Her eyes softened as she almost accepted that as the real answer, which it was. “No,” she said. “What’s your background? Where did your parents come from?”

“My nationality is Latin. I was born in South America and my citizenship was still there. My background is American because most of what I knew culturally is American. And my parents are from China.”

“Oh. So you’re oriental.”

I chuckled. “There’s no such place, but sure.”

Where is the Orient?  Hmm...

Where is the Orient?  Hmm...

One of the underlying storylines in my book, NIGHTFALL, is that no matter what title someone holds, whether they’re a man or a woman, rich or poor, every one is equal, the same. That doesn’t mean that I want someone toxic in my life, but they have the right to exist.

Corporate Noose

Corporate Noose

I thought about this when I got a promotion a couple weeks ago. My boss stated that my title is different, I get more money, but the job remains the same. I laughed.

When I had my coaching business, I had told one of my students that every one is created equal. He asked me if Hitler was equal to his father. I said yes. He asked me why? I couldn’t explain it until now.

If we strip everyone of their statuses in life—money, titles, age, beautiful or ugly—then we discover that everyone is human. No matter how much money you have, you still need to breath. No matter how big your yacht is, you still need water. No matter how many friends you have, you still want to love and be loved. And no matter how much armor and insurance you have, everyone will cease to breath. I’m not trying being morbid here.

And as we remove all these judgments from ourselves, we discover that we are born complete. Yes, JERRY MEGUIRE was wrong. Look at us physically. We’ve put no effort into being born into this world with ten fingers and ten toes. And here we are, perfect.

Then you may say, well what about those born without sight, or arms. You got me!

An acquaintance of mine had told me about a woman in China who was born without arms. But she lives a normal life. She does everything with her feet. Youtube is full of examples.

I'm not saying I would fare well in this situation but am appreciative of the power that we all have. The point is we’re born complete because our minds are capable of imagining impossible things and bringing them to fruition. Each of us has the potential to do what we truly want. As a result, we are all equals, able to accomplish great things.