My Adoption Story
I was adopted as an infant of six months; by an Evangelical couple in Minnesota, United States from Bogota Colombia.
One the surface, it should have been a pleasant experience; he was a poli-sci major turned salesman for Reynolds Aluminum and then Pella; she was a music therapy major turned beginner-band teacher.
I had food, clothes and roof over my head; raised in the Western suburbs of Minneapolis, attending school in the Orono school district, k-12.
Beneath the surface ... reflection shows it to have been a hell that I wasn't supposed to survive; and while those may seem like strong words, their strength ought not diminish their accuracy.
In first grade we were asked to write our first school essay based upon three wishes ... my first wish was to find my biological sister, my second wish was to find my biological mother, and my third wish was for world peace.
Later in high school, I would poetically call my home country and war-torn wonderland.
And at the age of 35 I would finally find my biological family.
Canin Carlos
I keep asking myself ... what was the point of it all?
Sadly, I can't say enough horrible things about the woman who bought me, so I prefer not to speak on her at all.
Though there were so many lessons learned ... maybe the purpose is to distill these lessons, that they might be shared with others?
And so begins ...
