Three years ago, when Ellen McCarthy wrote a story for the Washington Post about my passion for helping families in the DC Area, her article got some major bounce. I remember her telling me that one day, I should sit down and write my own life story with all of the twists and turns, and since then I have lost count of the number of people that have shared her opinion, but it wasn’t until my son asked me to share the story about finding our family that I actually did anything about it.
For those who have followed the blog, you have gotten a much seedier version of the real life events that have transpired since I met my dad in February 2011, and one day I hope to finish writing the adult version of that story, but the children’s book was truly a labor of love, meant to inspire children of any ethnicity and socio economic class to believe in themselves and their gifts. I want kids to dream big and reach for the stars, but without ever forgetting the importance of their roots.
Familes are so special, and it took me so long to finally complete the reconstruction of my own, which I originally set out to do for my son. I had no idea when I started this journey that I was actually the one who needed to piece my family back together in order to finally find peace and discover the true meaning of unconditional love.
If I die tomorrow (which I certainly hope I don’t) I at least can rest in peace knowing that I wrote a good love story for my son, and I hope the rest of you make time to do the same with your loved ones.
Here is the link if you want to spread some joy with a special child in your life:
