This is my next story!!

One Awesome Moving Story

When I was around 3 to 4 years old I moved to maryland I was so excited. I moved to maryland because of my dads job. I was going to miss pennsulvania but I am going to make new meories. It was a little bet more sunnier but I loved my new house it was diffrent then my old house. When I went to prek I was at someones house not at a school. Her name was Mrs Hola she only spoke spanish which was cool so when I was in prek I spoke a little spanish. I did moved back to pennsulvania when I was about in kindergarten That is when I went to corpus christi school that was my happy story.

New beginnings 

I was reading through my blogs and stories when I realized that I wrote nothing about my new school. This year, I decided to change schools. My old school was a great school, but it wasn’t the right fit for me. I am SO glad that I changed schools because I met great girls that are nice and caring. Changing schools opened a new door for me. My teachers are supportive. They challenge me when I am ahead, and help me when I have fallen behind. At my old school, I would come home and be moody and sad. One thing that would help me be happy was to write new things on my website and reading old stories on my website. Now, I come home from my new school in a happy mood and I have plenty of things that will cheer me up if I am in a sad mood.

Here is the story of how I made my decision to transfer to a new school. This last summer I was with my freind when she was talking about the school year. As she said all of that, I was having flashbacks of what I did not argree with and some bad experences that I had. When she left, I talked with my mom about it with her. She brought up some schools I could go to. One of the schools she brought up, was a school that my family and I have went to an open house. 

At this point of time, I was not very certin that I was going to acually switch schools. My mom told me that it would not hurt if I did an I.Q. tezt. I took my test and made it into the school. I was very happy. Most people deside if they are going to this school a whole year a head of time. I still have not decided if I was going and it was a few months before the schol year started. Luckily the grade I was in is tiny. When my mom told me that I was exepted, I took it a lot more seriously. I was outside playing when she told me that. My first reaction was that I put on a hudge smile. I was so exited. Then I said yes!! I want to go. My mom said that we could talk more about it when my dad comes home from work. That night we disscused switching schools. I was now saying no to switching. After I went to bed my mom and dad discused switching. A couple of days my mom was going to say no thank you to the school when she rememberd my first reaction. She had not seen me so happy in a long time. She told them that I will be attending that school. When my mom told me I was a little stressed out. I did not not want to leave my freinds at my old school and I did not want to be the only new kid in my grade. I will admit that I was a little scared. The first day of school I relized that I was not the only new kid. This grade has not have had many new kids. Most of the kids have beenn there since kindergarten but there was 2 new kids in third. This year there was around five new girls and a new boy. I was so happy.

I enjoy this school so much. I was thinking about staying for only one year and then go back to middle school, but I am now going to stay there as long as I can! This change is really a good one and it has brought me so much joy. I am so glade that my mom went with my first reaction. I am also glade that I took a leap out of my comfort zone!!

Miracle Works for my Mommom

My mommom is ninety five years old. She lives all by herself, cooks and cleans for herself and is the most self sufficient elderly woman I have ever met. Most of the people in her life have passed on, so all she has is my mother, my sister and myself. My mommom is in great health and even though nobody lives forever, she is wonder woman to me. I would never expect anything terrible to happen to someone who seems invincible to me. Until two years ago…my mommom started getting sick a lot and my mom said enough is enough we are going to the Emergency Room. Sure enough, my mommom was diagnosed with colon cancer.

To me, I thought there was no way she could tackle this illness at such an old age due to being more weak than she once was when I was younger and she might not have the fight in her to undergo a major surgery. The doctors told us that she has had the cancer for about twenty years, which was very unsettling for our family. The doctors said they will need to go in and remove all the cancer, which is very serious for someone who is elder like my mommom. Due to the surgery being serious, it was already identified that she would need to go to the bathroom in a bag for the rest of her life because reconstruction was not an option for someone at ninety five years old.

On the day of the surgery, we all waited in the waiting room for three hours for a surgery that was only supposed to take an hour and a half. We all began to panic that something went wrong. The doctors finally came out and told us that my mommom did great and they were able to complete the surgery with full reconstruction of her colon, so she does not have to use a bag for the restroom for the rest of her life. 

It has been a little over two years since this scare hit our family and my mommom is doing better than ever. She still lives alone, still cooks and cleans for her self and still is the self sufficient ninety five year old that I have always known. This was just another bump in her life that she has overcome and I find her to be one of the most inspirational, wise and loving women I have ever met. This story inspires me that nothing is impossible and that my mommom’s story was a true miracle.

Amazing Story about Reuniting with my Birth Mother

 I never really thought I’d care who my birth mother was.  I was never curious as a child and really never cared to find out as a young adult. But then I got older.. the doctor started asking me what types of diseases run in my family… and I had kids.  The idea of finding out who my birth mother was become more intriguing.  I told myself I really only wanted to know for medical reasons. I put my name on a Canadian site designed to match birth parents with their children and honestly didn’t really think much about it after that.

I was born on Prince Edward Island in Canada, spent about 9 months in foster homes and then was adopted by a couple from New Jersey.  My
parents picked me up with my two older sisters and brought me back to my new home.  I lived a great childhood.  No real issues. Went to
college, met my wife, had kids and now live in New Hampshire.  About 3 years ago I received a call that would essentially change my life forever.

My birth mother had been looking for me for over 10 years.  Since birthing me at a very young age, she went on to get married and have two kids of her own.  When she hit her forties, she realized that if she didn’t find me, her first born son, it would be the biggest regret of her life.

And so it was, one day, she came across my name on the “matching” site that I had signed up for a few years back.  At first, I told myself that I only wanted my medical history and I had no interest in meeting her.  For about a year, we emailed back and forth, never speaking (we are both shy) and slowly got to know each other.  I realized how similar we were, right down to our beliefs, our ethics, our religion, our political leanings.  It was actually pretty crazy (nature over nurture as they say).  Slowly she asked if I wanted to meet her.  I realized that I did and we made arrangements to meet on Prince Edward Island in July of 2016.  That trip, with my wife and kids, was probably one of the most amazing in my life.

It was the first time back to my birth place. It was gorgeous. Rolling red hills, beautiful farms, amazing cliffs and beaches.  I’ve always been a beach kid.  We spent the week not only getting to know my birthplace but also getting to know my birth mother, half-brother, and entire extended family – aunts, uncles, grandmother, grandfather, nieces and nephews.  I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t an instant connection.  There was a warmth that I am not sure I have ever
experienced.  There was a lot of emotion – all good- and the week is one I will never forget.

Now my birth mother and I are friends.  In constant contact.  She’s coming to visit this summer.  My kids love her. She’s sweet and warm and 100% genuine. She will never replace my parents. They raised me and helped make me the man I am today.  They love me. They are my parents. They are my kids grandparents. But the addition of my birth mother has added more- more love, more depth.  I didn’t realize I was missing it before but somehow I was.  I am a better person now that I know my history, have met people related to me by blood, visited my homeland (so they say)… I am just happier knowing where I came from. I never knew then what knowing my birthmother would grant me but now I do.  I’m looking forward to seeing where the road takes us.