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Boxes are really interesting things. It's the first thing we see when we receive something as a gift. It tells
us a lot about the size, weight and contents of what's inside. I remember as a kid, picking up a light box
for Xmas meant "clothes" and a heavy box generally meant "Toy", especially if it rolled from one end of
the box to the other upon tipping and shaking. A box can be a really great thing and bring a lot of joy. As
a kid, I had a Remco Bulldog Tank, which I can still get a nice feeling from by looking them up for sale still
on EBay. I won't be buying one soon as they are around $300. I remember the original price was around
$12. But that box sure brought back memories and now, if I need one, I can get an empty Bulldog Tank
box for a mere $50!
We all come in a box when we are born, and I don't mean the womb.
Once we arrive, we are slipped into a box that we are generally expected to stay in for the rest of our
life, depending on the topic Xpak, boxes.
Of course, we get the box of our family. I personally grew up in the Orthodox Presbyterian box. I am
Dutch and German and came to the planet in April of 1950 in Rochester, NY to a young couple who had
already had three other kids, one severely handicapped and then me. My dad worked at Eastman Kodak
and had managed not to be sent overseas to fight WW2 with his work for them counting as service. Had
he been drafted, well I might never have gotten to write this. Mom’s parents had managed to accept an
invitation from friends to postpone their Atlantic crossing in April of 1912 and stay until June to be in
their wedding since they had intention of returning to Amsterdam once in America. So they didn't take
the Titanic that April.
No choice... just a family that is ready made. A mom and dad, or maybe just a mom. Various aunts and
uncles and of course varieties of grandparents, who may or may not be thrilled we are here. The family
may have lots of money and great stuff, or not much. It might be in the US, Europe, Uzbekistan, China or
Africa. We might be born into a great home on Oak Street or Heather wood Way, or a village in Iraq,
Namibia or on the outskirts of Shanghai. No choices here for us to make. Just the way it is. The family
may be well employed, employed, underemployed or unemployed...again, no choices for us.
In this box we are born into, and mostly expected to stay forevermore in, we get a religion to grow up in.
It might be Judaism, Catholicism, Buddhism, Islam, Hindu or a host of other "isms" that again we had no
say in. It is who others want us to be with all it's laws, rituals and beliefs. They did the religious belief
homework long before we arrived and we will love what they choose for us. If we don't love it, it just
may take longer to convince us Rigid Mailers.
Of course I am Catholic. I was born Catholic! The idea that one cannot really be born with a whole
religious belief system in place doesn't seem to cross our minds. What we mean is we had no choice in
our youth but to be programmed by those before us who had selected the truth of life for us that they
generally got from those before them. That box is just one size and you and I were expected to simply
stay in that box, no questions asked. The trouble comes later in life when we seek to get out of the box
we came in.