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Torn
I couldn't let your post go and I'l tell you why. Back in 1995 when my birthson was found, I was so absolutely terrified that he would not want to meet me, would hate me for giving him away, and would never believe that I had loved him, that I waited until I thought it was the perfect time to write to him. The letter was received with joy and love, and we had all these plans to meet in the springtime. Two weeks after we connected by letter, he was killed in a one-car crash. And there it was.....for me and him alike - the end of all the dreams and although springtime came, it was a very sad time and I was alone again. My searcher had wisely told me while I was waiting that we are not often guaranteed tomorrow; at the time I truly didn't understand what she was trying to say. Think about this and don't wait too long to act.
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