posted on Dec, 17 2013 @ 08:36 AM
Morning all. I am posting this today as I need to get this out . Back on the 3rd of October I received a letter from a young man of about 35 years
old. He told me in the letter that he beleived I was his father. In the letter was a photograph of me when I was about 16 or 17 years old.
Accompanying the letter was another letter his mother had written to him, telling him the man who he thought was his father was not and that I was the
next best choice to be the father. I was stunned, shocked, rocked, shaken & stirred. And very scared. If I was the dad. How would I break all this to
my kids, my son & daughter, not to mention my wife and step-kids. Confused was the word. How could she just never tell me?
The woman in this is deceased, the young man got this letter after she passed. She lived across the street from us when she was young, we were very
good friends. Friends at that age to where you experiment with being adults. As in unprotected sex. For about two tears she & I were together about
all the time, I mean she lived right across the street. Then POOF one day they had moved away. I never knew why, I never knew where. I never in all
these years received any letters or phone calls. I just wrote it off as being the way it was.
On October the 13th I meet this young man. I knew right away I was not the mans dad. We talked and exchanged pleasantries, then he asked if I would
take a DNA test, he said I dont want anything from you if you are my dad, I just want to know who my dad is. He told me it was more than obvious that
I never knew anything about his mom being pregnant. He told me the man that was married to his mom, did'nt stay around and do the dad thing. He said
" he knew he was not my dad".
I agreed to the test, the results are in and the outcome just brings more questions. I am not his father. He was shaken with this news, to be honest I
was as well. From the minute I laid eyes on this young man, I thought I know who your dad is ( as in he looks just like him) Another friend of ours
who lived two doors down from me. He died in 1998. I felt compelled to help this man out. I contacted the relatives, and asked if they would submit to
a DNA test. Only one would agree, his older brother. The rest of the family, was extremley upset. Upset with me, upset with him, and upset with the
brother who agreed to the test.
I was informed last night that he was the youngmans dad, about a 99,67 percent chance. Problem being his new found family wants nothing to do with
him. And they let him know that fact in no uncertain terms. You see folks, the one thing Ive left out of all this is the fact that she was black & I
am white. The young man is black, and the dads family is just backward arse folks who live in the past. We talked last night for over an hour, I let
him know things about his mom he never knew, he let me know the pregnancy was why they moved away. He asked how I could be so different than his
dads, family. I said if you ever had meet my parents you would understand why I am the way I am.
I let him know I could be his friend and be there if he ever needed me. So, my new friend and his wife & daughter will be sharing Christmas with me
and my family this year. My kids are awesome. I told my son prior to telling any one else, he said, " when do we get to meet our brother dad" and
then he said, " He 'll be a damn lucky man if your his dad. It brought tears to my eyes that my son felt this way. I want lie to this man, he wants
to know about his dad. I told him, some things, some things need to remain un-said. His dad drank himself to death.
You see folks back in the day, it was damn taboo for a young white kid & a young black girl to be an item or even close friends. I was rasied to treat
all folks the same, black folks, white folks,, brown folks, all the same . Good and bad in all races. Find the good, leave the bad alone. Treat folks
the way you want to be treated. Her family was much the same way. Her dad was an intimidating figure. Her mom was a saint. In a small way I wished I
was his dad, at least I could give him the dad things he did'nt get growing up. He is a fine young man, been in the military, has a daughter, been
married to the same woman for 18 years, great job, a real fine young man. I hope I did the right thing by this man and his family. I feel I did, but
at the same time. I want to do more. I will have a very merry christmas this year. as in I am putting up a tree, no way a 10 year old in coming into
my house on Christmas day and there be no tree!!
We have bought presents and I plan on giving him one of my most prized firearms. He can keep it or sell it for his childs education. I normally do not
do the Christmas thing, but this year I have the itch and the cause. Three new people I can call....extended family. Whether they are or not. Have a
great Christmas ATS, I know I will. Peace OYM1262