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Say Something

Say Something

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You would think with both of my parents being in the medical profession (my stepfather a long-time medical doctor and my adoptive mother an RN for many years) that they would have already understood the subject that Alex Stavro wrote about in the article below. As it turns out, my stepfather actually had a whole other family before us that I knew nothing about until recent years. He and his ex-wife also had adopted a son and a daughter both as newborns. By all accounts, my stepfather adored his adopted daughter but had to place her in a mental institution as a young adult for Schizophrenia. Tragically, she spent the rest of her life in half-way houses and passed away while living as a homeless person on the streets. I often wonder — “Were my stepfather’s hands tied when it came to my adopted brother and trying to get him…

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Who would it be?

Who would it be?

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My younger birth brother, Joe :). Only 10 months after my birth, our mother learned she was pregnant with her fifth child. Married with three older children, I am thinking it would be fair to say she found herself in an unintended situation for the second time in a very short period of time. Both my younger birth brother and I were placed for adoption in separate homes after our births. Although my birth brother chooses not to meet me, I have a story I would love to share with him. I don’t think it could be just an hour conversation though, but perhaps an on-going one that lasts the rest of our lives. When I was first searching for my birth father, the same person’s name kept coming up as a possibility. They identified him as a person who had been the Mayor of the small mining town where…

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Sweet Determination

Sweet Determination

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Before barely allowing me to get the words out in a sweet, cheerful voice, “Would you like to buy some Camp Fire mints?” the woman grumbled while slamming the door in my face. Hurrying back to the car, as a very young girl, I explained to my father that she must have just been having a bad day. I wasn’t a bit bothered by her need to take her crankiness out on me—the cutest little Bluebird. Instead looking up at my daddy with the pure innocence of a child I stated confidently, “I will try again tomorrow.” The next day I did go back to her door and this time the outcome was much different. Yes, I was tickled. She bought a box of delicious chocolate mint patties from me. Either I won her over with my determination or even more it was my undying faith in mankind. My wonderful…

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