“We were born of the same parents, raised in the same environment, but if you put us in the same room, we simply couldn’t be any more different…”
A paraphrased comment about four siblings, uttered by a friend as we drank some beer, plotted organizational anarchy, and reflected on The Trailer Park Experience*.
I’ve occasionally wondered how my three siblings and i could have been from the same genes, let alone species. There is one obvious variable – my oldest sister and brother have different paternal genes. Although i didn’t know this for many years, Mom had been married before, and the older siblings were, in fact, my half-brother and half-sister.
To apply controls to my observations, i should only look at my sister with the full compliment of shared genetics. She is two years older, and left town after earning her PhD in Business – escaping to not only a warmer climate, but one that is about 2 hours by commercial air travel away from our hometown. Smart. She always was very smart…
T, my sister and fellow Trailer Park Refugee, is of my genes, but different. She is accomplished – being a senior professional at a major university in the U.S. She demonstrated good instincts with her move 1,000 miles away to “escape the long arms of The Park”. A diagnosed bipolar lesbian**, she is generally level for 75% of the time, but about once every 4 years, i am called upon to “deal with” nonlinear issues***.