When I was twelve, I wrote President Reagan a letter asking him to help me find my birth family. Several weeks later, I received a letter from the White House. The response was not what a young girl hoped to find inside. It stated they could not help due to closed adoption laws in my home state but directed me to a couple of organizations that may be able to offer assistance.
With no identifying information whatsoever about my birth family, I set out on a journey to find them.
Turns out, I didn’t need his help. All that I needed was already inside of me-sheer determination.
It took me another twenty-five more years before in 2008, the impossible became a reality.
“Difficult things take a long time, impossible things a little longer”