Life is nothing if not full of surprises.
A few blogs ago I mentioned that I was contacted by a daughter that I never knew existed. A daughter born of a brief relationship in the late sixties.
During those years I drifted, as addicts are wont to do, from one city to another and one relationship to another with little thought of the consequences.
Then recently a cousin contacted me to ask if I'd ever known a woman named Arlene, that she had a daughter who was looking for her biological father, whom she'd never met. Once she mentioned the woman's name I realized that I now had four daughters, rather than three.
And this evening I met my new daughter Gina, and we talked for a few hours. She filled me in on how she was eventually adopted and about her upbringing. She talked about searching for me over the years, then after no success stopped looking until recently. And not long afterward she got some clues that put her on the right track.
Someone asked prior to my meeting her if I had any anxiety about it. I thought that maybe I should have some, for some reason I didn't. In fact, I was looking forward to meeting her.
And once we met I found her to be charming and attractive. I know we'll know each other better in time and are getting together again tomorrow.
Once we addicts have a certain period of recovery we learn to not fear our pasts, regardless of how we lived. And sometimes we encounter good things from our past that we never knew about - like a new daughter.
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