Part 3: Sticky Labels
I was born with a label stuck to me. The doctor could easily see that scrawled on a sticky label on my back was the single word, “Amish.” From that, I’m sure he made quite a few assumptions about my life and potential. Sometime during the first months of my life, that original label was pulled off by my parents and replaced with one “Mennonite.” The old label hadn’t yet stuck hard enough to rip my skin. Any observer would now make some different assumptions about me. I wore that label in my childhood and teen years with a growing Read More