There are times when life seems more like something out of a soap opera. One day is as boring as the one before and the next you are knocked out while snooping around a women's prison, your heart is cut out in the prison infirmary, harvested for black market organ sale, and you are left to die, hooked up to a bi-pass machine.... but before your heart can be sold, your renegade heart surgeons are caught, your heart intercepted and then re-implanted by some hot doctor who just happened to be stopping by. Ok, so that's actually a story line from Days of Our Lives and maybe real life isn't quite so dramatic, but sometimes it can feel that way.
A few years ago I got a call from my mom telling me my aunt had a baby. At the time my aunt was in her early 60's, so imagine my surprise when I heard the news. She went on to tell me that 40 years ago my aunt had gotten pregnant and given the baby up for adoption, only she didn't tell anyone. Years later he decided to search for his birth mother and found her in a little southern town.
I met my long lost cousin just a couple of years ago. He lives not too far from me. Looks just like my aunt. Their story really seems more like it should be on a soap opera... scandalous pregnancy, mom-to-be sent away to hide her secret, returning with an empty heart and empty arms... Her life having been lived out with that secret until one day she gets a knock on her door... "Mom? Is that you? It's me... your son". Dramatic music would begin to play and through tearful apologies she would explain why she had to give him up... she had no choice, but he is here now... and that is all that matters. And if life is like a soap opera they would live somewhat happily ever after.
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