When I was born I did not have a choice on who I was. I did not get to choose where I was born at. I did not get to choose my name or my parents. I did not get to pick the color of my hair or the sound of my voice. I did not get to choose the religion I was acculturated to. I did not choose to be a boy. I did not choose to be white. I did not choose my physical characteristics, my religious beliefs, or what bed I was going to sleep in. So why do these things grow to have such an importance on my life? Why do these things of which I did not choose affect me so? Have you ever asked yourself these questions? Have you ever thought about what your life would be like if you went left instead of right? Have you ever thought about how your story has shaped you? Are you struggling with who you are?...