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When I was a small child in the early 1950’s, my adoptive parents read me a story book about a mother and father going to a special place and choosing a child to become part of their family. This storybook’s emphasis was that an adopted child was special because they were chosen, which is true. But I had no idea that half of the story was missing. Who were my natural parents and why was I given up? What was my story? I wouldn’t even start asking those questions until I was 38, when I suddenly had the unsolicited thought, “you have a natural father.” This thought would prove to be the key that the Author of my life would use to bring me in touch with my heart and my true story.