Sunday, April 5, 2020

Finding myself (And those like me)

Please bear with me, as this might be a bit long with few photos to spice things up a bit. But, it might be worth sticking it out.

I've known from a very early age that my parents weren't really my parents. They were always open about the fact that I had been adopted but, dare I say if I'd never been told, I might not have ever known. I may not have been of their blood but, they never treated me as anything less than their own son. Still, there's was always this curiosity about who I was, and where I came from.

As small as the Eastern Shore of Virginia was back in 1981, it seemed that no one knew anything about my birth or biological parents. I ended up being a bit of a celebrity when I was a few days old, when they published a story about my being discovered on the doorstep of a local home. It was like I just popped out of the aether, and landed on some random stoop. 

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