Revelation 14: an âiâ open(ing) letter
In my time on this planet, the usage of I as a pronoun as been something I never thought about. One learns to speak their language and passively use it even in the course of learning how to use that language properly. Today I learned that there may never have been an I. Someone made the conscious decision that they would commit the act of creating me without considering the consequence that perhaps they may have very well created life they were not ready to rear into this world. And despite knowing of my existence, they pushed for terminating me.Â
Hereâs the weirdest part about learning that I may never have been an I: with the shock and the hurt that came with realizing that my father never really wanted me, comes a deep sense of thankfulness for being alive. My mom fought for my existence. So here I am. However, I am not so vain to think that this world couldnât have kept spinning on without me. But with that knowing comes the desire and intention to serve a purpose beyond simply existing.Â
So, this letter is to you Simon David Kopel, where ever you may be. With the physical pain you have inflicted, with the words that you have spoken so harshly that repeat far too frequently in my mind years later, with all the times you failed to rise to the title of a father instead of being a mere sperm donor... I am here. I have a purpose. Through everything, you have at the very least taught me how not to be. So, I thank you for that.Â
Sincerely,
A child you never wantedÂ













