If my parents were different.
If I’d been born in a different country.
WIth different opportunities.
With different neighbours.
What if I had been the child who was walking home from school who was abducted?
What might have happened if I’d been born into a wealthier family?
Or a poorer family.
What if I’d lived so remotely that I’d had no opportunity to go to school.
Or if I’d had to get married at twelve.
Or I’d been born into royalty.
Or I’d been a different colour.
Or HIV positive at birth.
The list of what if’s always makes me notice how much where a child is born, to whom, when and why has such a massive influence on the circumstances and chances of his or her life.
Of my life.
Random chance should never be a moderator for basic human rights and yet it is. I have had some control over what I have done with the hand life dealt me but I had absolutely no say in how that ‘hand’ was configured in the first place. Nobody does.
Have you every wondered why might have been if you’d been dealt a different hand – for better or worse?
There isn’t much we can do about the randomness of it all, but we can, at least, attempt to level the playing field.