In high school I was very quick to talk and slow to think.  Once, I was riding in a car with friends, and we started talking about adoptions.  I came up with the not-so-brilliant idea that adopted children could never have the same level of relationship with their parents as biological children.  I said this with full confidence and began to argue with my friends.  One girl, Megan, was especially fierce in her argument with me.  I repeated my points and supporting ideas, talking louder and faster.  And then it happened.  Megan said, “Micah, I’m adopted!”  Then we went silent.  And yes, it was an awkward silence.  A man with a theory is always at the mercy of a man with an experience.

I was wrong.

Micah the Admin