DNA or a Mother Goose Poem. What tells the better truth?

Lately I've become fascinated by DNA and what it can tell you. After my mother died, I made connections to family members I never knew about. The best connection has been a second cousin to my mother, and a second cousin, once removed to me.  He has filled in a lot of blanks regarding my mom's family lineage, and also purchased a DNA kit from 23andme for me to take.  It has proven we are related, as well as given me health information.

I now know that Diabetes 2 is at the top of my list for things to watch out for.

So, DNA can show family ties and health risks. It can also show how I will respond to medicines and what likelihood I will have toward interesting traits like "can you smell Asparagus in your urine?" Yes, I can.

But, today a Mother Goose Nursery Rhyme kept popping into my head. And, I think this might be just as accurate as my DNA result. I was born on a Wednesday.

Mondays child poem

Mondays child is fair of face,
Tuesdays child is full of grace,
Wednesdays child is full of woe,
Thursdays child has far to go,
Fridays child is loving and giving,
Saturdays child works hard for his living,
And the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.

So, I don't get to be good and gay. I don't get to  be loving and giving. I get to be full of  Woe!  A DNA predetermination or a wise old Mother Goose Poet prophecy come true?

Who knows!    

Woe is me!

Sylvia