I need no protection
from my biological origins. I am not a child, nor am I unable to determine
what is best for me. What I need is the Truth, and the power to control
my own life. What I need is the ability to free myself from the shame,
secrecy, and lies of my adoption.
Angels fly above in the
sky, In their movement they are high. God lifts our hearts with angel wings,
And teaches our soul and our hearts to sing. He loves us dearly and we
all know, The touch of the wind is as the snow. We dance and we sing and
we praise each other, For God's love is beauty and there is no other. Winds
fall behind us and in front of us, To push us on our way. We hold dear
his love as there is no other, To tell you he loves you each and every
day. When snow falls around you, And winds pray you stay, We are always
with you, And guiding your way. Love is immeasurable and has no end, For
when the winds blow, He can suspend your hearts in your heaven, To know
where to fly, And love is around you, That reaches so high. So when there
is laughter, And when there are tears, Only God's love can bring the angels
near.
My life would not be
complete without all of you in it, now Your part of my world and your friendship
makes me proud. You have been there in times of happiness, encouraged me
with your words given me the strength to go on when it became too much
to handle, You have been there in times of sorrow you have helped me with
my troubled times with myself and my Daughter Tina, and again I call on
you but by my side you remain. I have to wonder how can I deserve friends
with patience and understanding ones who show unconditional love
We sit and we type, and
we stare at our screens We all have to wonder, what this possibly means.With
our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze Looking for something or
someone, as we sit in a daze.We chat with each other, we type all our woes
Small groups we do form, and gang up on our foes.We wait for somebody,
to type out our name We want recognition, but it is always the same.We
give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt In IMs we chat deeply, and reveal
why we hurt.We do form friendships - but - why we don't know But some of
these friendships, will flourish and grow.Why is it on screen, we can be
so bold Telling our secrets, that have never been told.Why is it we share,
the thoughts in our mind With those we can't see, as though we were blind.The
answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell. We all have our problems, and
need someone to tell.We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must
So we turn to the 'puter, and to those we can trust.Even though it is crazy,
the truth still remains They are Friends Without Faces, and odd little
names.
My name is Clarann, my
birth was on or around 10/17/42, in lower Michigan I spent a short time
living in Birmingham, Michigan with Dr.Wolf and his family. Then I was
sent to Lansing, Michigan to the Children's Home until the age of four,
when I was sent to the Pontiac, Michigan's Children's Village. Then, on
to Clarkston, Michigan, where I lived in a foster home on Clarkston and
Baldwin Road. From there I went to a foster home in Commerce, Michigan
to be adopted. The adoption was never finished or confirmed. The Probate
Judge in Oakland County, Michigan will not release any information to me.
tell me this!". He said, "You would better off not knowing anything at
all than to know whatever is in your files". I said to him "Walk a mile
back in my life, then tell me this!". There is nothingin my file that could
ever possibly hurt me, not after the way I was hurt for 17 years of my
life.". And I want my real Mother, Father and family to know that I love
them, no matter what the reason they had for giving me up. My birth name
was Clarann. My last name may have been Richards or Richardson, or even
Richard. The nurse who took care of me was Mrs. Hill, who now lives somewhere
in the upper part of Wisconsin. I will be posting a picture later, of when
I was four years old. I have hired four attorneys in the past 18 years,
who have gotten nowhere, but sure got my money! I am living with a big
gap in my life right now, not knowing who I am or where I came from. It's
the not knowing that hurts so much. Do I have a sister, brother, aunts,
mother or father out there somewhere looking for me? I am registered with
every place that I know of. I have even written to "Unsolved Mysteries",
the Governor of Michigan, and to Probate Court of Oakland County, Michigan.
They all want to help, but I get the same old thing, Nothing! I want to
thank everyone who took the time to read this story of mine, and I want
to say to all of you who are in the same spot as I am: "Never give up hope"
and "Never stop looking!"
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I need no protection
from my biological origins. I am not a child, nor am I unable to determine
what is best for me. What I need is the truth,and the power to control
my own life. What I need is the ability to free myself from the shame,
secrecy, and lies of my adoption. I was raised in a small red brick house
in Lowerstraights Lake, Commerce MI. I was Adopted, but some how it seems
that it was never final. Just Some of the things that I had to endure,
in my 17 years living with and adopted father and mother, then a stepmother,
isn't very pretty to tell. Punishment took a wild turn in my life back
then. Sitting in a dark closet at the young age of 5, for hours at time.
and never knowing why or what I had done wrong. Being molested from 5 until
the age of 12 , when I had a miscarriage at 3 months along, and yes it
was my adopted father. I ate from a dog dish in the basement where I spent
most of my days, sleeping on bedsprings. It was so very cold and damp down
there. They would give me a bath in the sink with cold water and a scrub
brush. I picked berries in my bare feet until they bled. My father would
take a be-be gun and shoot at my feet if I was too slow. I was anemic from
not eating everyday. Have you ever eaten paper towels? I spent some time
in wheelchair from the beatings I took by my Adpoted Father, from the hose
off the washer, My Grand Parents knew of all this and never tryed to help
me. I would fall asleep in school, which I had to walk 2 &1/2 miles
every day to and from So many other things went on, and no one to tell
, and no on woul believe me back then anyway Well now I am 55, and 12 grandchildre
and 1 great grand child I have met so many wonderful friends here on the
Internet who keep me encouraged to keep looking I live from day to day,
hoping and praying that I will meet m real parents or someone from my real
family. And I know Down Deep in my Heart that m Real Mother Loves Me and
is Looking for me to!! I want to thank everyone who took the time to read
this story o mine, an I want to say to all of yo who are in the same spot
as I am "Never give up hope" and "Never stop looking! From time to time
it gets Very hard for me, Thinking that I can't go o with Life, But I know
that I will, and that I must, In order to hel someon else, who has endoured
much worse than I have To help save someone haveing the thoughs I used
to have With Gods Love, and Friends, I am here today to tell the Worl There
is a reason I am still Here But I think all in all it has made me a more
Understanding Passionet, Loveing, and Careing Person, who is now filled
with a Real Love for Life ! ******************************
Please Do not weep or
Feel Sad for me! For I Have made it through Life this far, and I am still
Alive and I Thank God for that.
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We all experience things
in our lives that we feel we just simply cannot handle. Sometimes the weight
seems too much to bear, but God never puts more on you than you can handle
although you may FEEL that there is. You have people who love you and want
to help you by praying for you and those you love.
