I am Michael Crit Price in this document. My birthmother never officially named me. I was named Michael Crit Watson by my adoptive parents. To this day, I am not supposed to have access to this document. I begged a judge for it and he finally gave this me when I was 22 years old.… Continue reading Adoption Court Summary. PG. 2/3.
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Chapter 4. Second Search
4. Second Search In 1977 I turned nineteen. Mother’s Day and my birthday were always times that triggered thoughts of my early existence. On Mother’s Day I bought a nice card for Mom. Grantline United Methodist gave every mother a small pot of marigolds. But I also thought about my other Mom. After all, she… Continue reading Chapter 4. Second Search
To My Adoptive Mom
You understood that I was never searching for a mother. I always knew that special person was you. I know it was you that bandaged my wounded knees and packed my lunch for school. Your tight hugs and enduring encouragement made me the human I am today. By loving me first you taught me to… Continue reading To My Adoptive Mom
A Beautiful Word
Warning: you may find a word here that may be offensive. I apologize in advance, for it is never my aim to hurt anyone's feelings or make anyone feel bad. I also cannot bear to think that I may lose a friend. In fact, this is a word I have always spoken and written with… Continue reading A Beautiful Word
Where Am I Going?
Like the upstairs attic of childhood, I used the downstairs for dreaming also. I thought about my past, my birthmother, and my origins. I never looked like anybody. I never felt connected to anybody. Yet, I never felt completely alone. Maybe that was because Mom told me God was always with me. I wondered what… Continue reading Where Am I Going?
The Mountain to Paradise
One autumn, Tony Higgins’s family moved southwest to Hopkinsville, Kentucky. I drove down to stay overnight. The next morning Tony took his cousin Steve and me to Pilot Rock, a mountain site that was renowned in his new homeland. Arriving early, we jumped out of the car and raced to the top. Primitive steppingstones were… Continue reading The Mountain to Paradise
The Record of Adoption
For thirty-six years, the State of Indiana kept my record of adoption hidden in a secret and dark place. It was probably buried at the bottom of an old musty file cabinet, and never saw the light of the day. After I discovered my birthmother had died, the State of Indiana said I must send… Continue reading The Record of Adoption
The Amulet
The fear of the adventure almost became too great for me. Mom was not prepared when I told her my decision. I really do not think she could understand why anyone would want to seek answers to such questions if they had wonderful adoptive parents. I decided that maybe a personal letter would be a… Continue reading The Amulet
What is Your Legacy?
What would you like to leave behind? How do you want others to remember you? Do you want to write a book? Do you want to master a musical instrument? Do you want to be the best in your profession? Think hard, but be careful. Wishes with desire and noble intentions come true! I'll share… Continue reading What is Your Legacy?