FOWC with Fandango — Chosen

I chose to move to Israel and become an official, passport carrying member of the Chosen People. I remember the humor that expression caused. High hilarity for the most part.

“Chosen for what?” everyone would say. “Being hunted down and murdered? Being driven from one country to the next carrying the remnants of your life in a sack on your back?”

Being “chosen” isn’t always quite as much fun as being “nobody in particular.”

The results of one round of archery competition on a target during the Warrior Games May 12, 2010. Army archers won the bronze, silver and gold medals in the recurve competition and took bronze in the compound category. The Marine Corps took silver and gold in the compound category.  (U.S. Air Force photo/Senior Airman Christopher Griffin)

I was chosen. I didn’t like it. To this day, I’m not sure what “chosen” is supposed to have meant. Maybe it’s the same as having a target painted on your back?

You know — so the haters can aim properly.