Waiting! It’s the hardest part. I’ve shouted for years and what has come of it, — waiting? Yet, what is it that I wait for? It is now up to an adopted boy [or young man] to find his biological half sister and me, his biological father. Then again, it may be that he will never feel the need for these introductions. Even if I had opportunity to contact him at a later point in his life one cannot force this proposed meeting. I say this by reason of my previous efforts to reach his parents. This couple, I’m sure has known about me for years. Unless…, they have moved underground? Otherwise, they would’ve had to have been deaf, read no newspapers or watched no TV!
It was through a past media barrage that my position had been made public and only tarnished the adoption agency suspect. They left the task to me for any finding of on-going adoption scandal. [These situations developed almost four years ago! CNN Cable News Network had ran an Associated Press story of this debacle as its ‘Top Story of the Day’ in February of 2006.]
We never knew that adoption advocate Rosie O’Donnell had funded and even actually worked at this now stripped of license, “Children of the World Adoption Agency.” [Due to my found evidence being placed right on the DHS blind department head’s lap!] [New Jersey Open Public Records — Identified]
Moreover and to my horror, this much loved or truly hated Hollywood actress had been under this agency’s employ at the same time that my son’s wrongful adoption had occurred? [Proven by CNN Larry King Transcripts]
Yet, it is time that my journey must now cease and desist with its seven year quest to make contact with the adoptive parents. The reason of course is to prevent a now impressionable boy from stumbling into something that he cannot understand.
Granted, such adoptive parent contact is a lot to ask for, but then they have taken a lot themselves. I am one hundred percent positive that they had to have known the truth before a “tell all” hand written extortion letter was mailed to them by the birth mother. All of my proved and verified evidence points to my statement as being fact:
“Hope you all have a nice Christmas! How was your cruise? Hope [offspring] is doing good, I think of him quite often. I tried calling you to ask for a recent picture of [offspring], but your phone was disconnected. I assume it’s because you all don’t want me to bother you since you have [offspring] now. It is like when I was pregnant you would have done anything for me, now that you have [offspring] it is like I don’t exist anymore. I have a lot of unpaid medical bills for the nine months I was pregnant that Medicaid didn’t pay. My car engine went out. I couldn’t even afford Christmas for my daughter’s birthday. This will be the last time I will ask you for anything or even bother you.
I need $2,000 for my unpaid medical bills and fix my car. So the total that you all will have paid me is $7,000 that’s not much for [offspring] is it?? Do you have any idea what I went through in 9 months, sick every day, had surgery had all kinds of special tests.
I seen the father of the of [offspring] the other day, he is in town for Christmas. So if you don’t want to send me the $2000, I will tell him about the [offspring] and I’m sure he will come for his son. This is not a threat but a promise. I’m only looking out for my daughter, she needs a ride for appts. Which is hard to do without a car. There’s couples I had talked to that was willing to pay me $10,000 for [offspring], but I chose you guys. I feel $7,000 is cheap for [offspring] when you can’t have one yourself. If I don’t receive the 2,000 by Jan 10, 2002, I will contact the father and this is his first born, so I know he’ll fight for [offspring].
[This letter’s existence proved true by Associated Press birth mother interview. – February, 2006] [Pueblo, Colorado Obstetrician — Dr. Barbara Val-Spinosa hand written notations prove of October 22, 2001 adoption attorney knowledge of my name and whereabouts.]
Yet, my son was over two years old when I found out about him in early 2003; never at this age would have I torn a child from his mom and dad. However, maybe taking that cruel fork in the road would have been the only way for me to know of who he is, of his life’s wants and dreams. Truly, I had thought of taking this route, yet still I’m glad that its temptation finally eluded me.
As it is, his parents can still yet, relay these thing to me; the time is not too late! However, as of today they have not made any attempt to my knowledge. Only by being adjudicated as birth father through a court order ruled overturning of the adoption would have forced them to such made agreement of conditions. Contrarily, the only real issue they had to decide was whether to contact me or not. This is because I had previously proclaimed that the “window of time” had expired for any possibility to raise my son.
Ironically, after close to eight years of sent letters and administrative hearings, it happened that my twelve year Parkinson’s diagnosis was the only beneficiary for time used wisely! It had since escalated the use of progressive Dopamine Transmission killing instincts! … But that’s another story…, I hope? [Could have this been the underlying reason for this whole tragic affair?]
Nevertheless, with all things considered it is of my own faulty way of thinking that has added to my personal grief. But do hear this; there is a onetime four-year-old little girl’s innocence directly involved by these tragic circumstances. Therefore with my last published writings out soon, hopeful I am that her story will meet your eyes and others. Until then…, “Waiting! It’s the hardest part.”