Between the age of three and seventeen I lived in 13 different foster homes, 3 boys homes and 1 orphanage. I remembered my mother only vaguely. At seventeen I joined the Air Force and then later at 27 married a beautiful German woman...we are still married. For the last several years I have been praying to find my mother and three half brothers. One month ago, through the internet I found one brother living in California. I called the number that was listed and he just flipped out. He couldn't believe that I called. He told me that he and his wife have been looking for me for years. Through him I found my two other brothers and my mother.
My mother was a prostitute and a drug addict. That's why I was taken from her and put into the system. The youngest brother took her away from all that and they moved to Idaho where they are living now with his wife and five kids. I called my brothers house in Idaho and he walked over to my mother and said, "there is someone who wants to talk to you". I could hear her ask who it was, and my brother responded, "it's your oldest son". I could hear her breaking down in tears. She cried for ten minutes before she came to the phone. When she said hello, I said "hi mom it's Keith". She dropped the phone and cried and cried.
All she could say to me, over and over, was how sorry she was for what she had done. I told her that I loved her and that in every thing that has happened God watched over me.
My mother later informed me that the name I carry isn't the name of my real father who I never saw. My mother and father where 14 when they first met. They fell in love and my mother gave birth to me when she was 16. After that things spiraled out of control in her life and she landed out on the street with a baby boy in tow. She never saw my father again...but she knew where he still lived and gave me his address. I still haven't written him...I really don't know what to say. I'm afraid he will reject any contact with me. I don't know if I can handle that right now. But I know God has blessed me with a lovely wife, three kids, three lost brothers and a formerly lost mother. And His blessing didn't stop there...one of my brothers is a Christian and also lives for Jesus.
I guess what I want to say is that God knows who you are. Even if you think you've lost your identity...He knows. You may not have a mother or father but you still have family. Jesus always made me feel like a son, even through some of the most difficult times of my life. Maybe I'll write about some of those experiences later...God bless you.
My mother was a prostitute and a drug addict. That's why I was taken from her and put into the system. The youngest brother took her away from all that and they moved to Idaho where they are living now with his wife and five kids. I called my brothers house in Idaho and he walked over to my mother and said, "there is someone who wants to talk to you". I could hear her ask who it was, and my brother responded, "it's your oldest son". I could hear her breaking down in tears. She cried for ten minutes before she came to the phone. When she said hello, I said "hi mom it's Keith". She dropped the phone and cried and cried.
All she could say to me, over and over, was how sorry she was for what she had done. I told her that I loved her and that in every thing that has happened God watched over me.
My mother later informed me that the name I carry isn't the name of my real father who I never saw. My mother and father where 14 when they first met. They fell in love and my mother gave birth to me when she was 16. After that things spiraled out of control in her life and she landed out on the street with a baby boy in tow. She never saw my father again...but she knew where he still lived and gave me his address. I still haven't written him...I really don't know what to say. I'm afraid he will reject any contact with me. I don't know if I can handle that right now. But I know God has blessed me with a lovely wife, three kids, three lost brothers and a formerly lost mother. And His blessing didn't stop there...one of my brothers is a Christian and also lives for Jesus.
I guess what I want to say is that God knows who you are. Even if you think you've lost your identity...He knows. You may not have a mother or father but you still have family. Jesus always made me feel like a son, even through some of the most difficult times of my life. Maybe I'll write about some of those experiences later...God bless you.
