On an otherwise ordinary afternoon in the mid 1990’s, I walk into a small office near work.  I have never been here before, though I’ve driven past many times.  We will meet for about 30 minutes.  First, they escort me into a small room with a table surrounded by a handful of chairs.  I sit on one side and a professionally dressed woman sits on the other.  Next, she places a thick document on the table, more accurately measured in inches than pages.  Finally, we start the process of signing these documents, as she points to specific places and instructs to sign, initial, or date.  Meanwhile, she assures me that I’ll have an opportunity to read through everything, but we didn’t schedule nearly enough time.

During that meeting, a voice silently screamed in my head, “You should not sign anything you that have not read or fully understand.”  This voice didn’t stop me from signing page after page, legally committing myself to a contract.  For all I knew, I might’ve legally committed to donating a kidney.  The only thought that alleviated my anxiety was simply, “Millions of people have gone through this before.  This is very normal; you’ll be fine.”

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Years ago, I watch movie called Gattaca.  I have enjoyed films with both Ethan Hawke and Uma Thurman, so I watched with great anticipation.  Most good films that are set in the future with a hypothetical premise will provoke thoughts about its ethics.  I may try to describe the film, but the trailer does a great job.  Additionally, you should watch the film; it is exceptional.

While I may write a post about the premise of the film, today I’ll simply reflect on a scene between two characters:  Vincent, played by Hawke, and his brother, Anton.  Vincent, genetically flawed, routinely outswims his brother, genetically flawless, across a body of water at night.  It is a trend that frustrates Anton, who cannot comprehend how this is possible.

Anton: How are you doing this, Vincent?  How have you done any of this?
Vincent:  You want to know how I did?  This is how I did it, Anton.  I never saved anything for the swim back.

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