
I was visiting with my neighbor. You know, the one who has done my dishes, mowed my lawn all summer, shoveled my walks this winter and helped whenever he could, while I was feeling awful. I feel I’ve done so little in return. Amidst our random chatting he mentioned his son again. The son he hasn’t seen for 20-25 years. His wife divorced him and moved across the country, remarried. He didn’t know where they were.
So just for the heck of it, I Googled him. Found him (or at least what we thought might be him) on Facebook. I sent him a message and got a reply right away. I gave him his dad’s phone number and he wrote back saying he just tried calling but got the answering machine. I said that would be because he was sitting here next to me. lol… So my friend hustled on home and I told his new found son to call him back. He was so afraid to have me write, thinking his son might want nothing to do with him. I think we were both shocked at the immediate reply.
Yeah, that was my awesome moment for the day. I think that goes triple for William
Brought back memories of how awesome it was to finally meet my son (I had put him up for adoption) after only holding him one time in the hospital.