My mom can hardly remember everything that had happened to her while at the Salvation Army. She blocked out most things. They were good to her there, but being only 14, she was scarred. No one ever warned her about what it was like giving birth. She made a lot of friends and had a councilor that she was very fond of.
October 2, 1975 she gave birth to a beautiful baby boy who she named Daniel. She got to hold him and feed him his first bottle. That is most of what she can remember. Then she made the ultimate sacrifice: she gave her precious baby boy up for adoption. When she had to go back home, life wasn't so easy. Her parents never let her talk to anyone or even tell them about what had happened. She was now 15 and another life-changing event happened. Her father past away at the young age of 55. Throughout all this my mom still managed to graduate high school early and met my father. They had three children, but my mom still thought about her first born, especially on his birthday.
Well, it's been 27 years thinking about him. We have been looking for him on the internet for about 7 years now. Then I found a web site called Adoption Forums. I met a lot of nice people, most were eager to help for free. One day I came across someone who had an e-mail address who said they could find his amended name. Right away I e-mailed her; she found his name within a few days.
I did more research on my own and found his address. I wrote him a letter, and he called me about 1 week later. We have since met. He is more than my mom ever dreamed of. He is successful and a great person. I have since met his adopted parents; they are wonderful people. They took us in as their family too, and my son as their grandson. I love them both dearly. I couldn't ask for a better family. They answered all my mom's questions of how my brother grew up; she even got pictures to see him grow. This is all more than we have ever wished for. It is like a dream.
Although my mom hasn't got to meet with my brother and his family yet because she is on the West coast and they are on the East coast, she talks to them often. As for me, by some miracle, I only live 3 hours from my brother and 9 hours from his parents, so I have actually seen them a few times.