In my search for my birth father, regardless of all the time that had gone by, I found the majority of my inquiry phone calls and letters were well received. Many of the old-timers, who may have known my birth parent’s story had not strayed far from where my beginnings were written.
One of the most memorable responses was from a 95-year-old blind man. The gentleman said that his wife had read him my letter and he had asked her to dial my phone number. Although, he did not have any answers for me, I could feel the gentleness in his voice when he spoke with such compassion and understanding. He had just called to say that he and his wife wanted me to know that they cared and were praying for me.
During those times when I still grieve for the many losses and wonder how ones’ life story could have ever got so convoluted, I remember with a smile all the wonderful people I have met along the way in my search for truth/answers.
I would love to put a rose on the 95-year-old blind’s man grave with the words, “Thank you for touching my life with your gentle heart!”