Blood relationship. It’s overblown. One doesn’t pick one’s
mother or father or siblings. They just happen.
But my friends. My true loves. They are handpicked. By me. I have more
in common with them. Than with my blood relatives. If not for the blood
relationship, I might not ever establish contact with my brother or sister. We
have so little in common. To draw us together. Other than our blood. --Jim Broede
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