I'm going to have a Happy Thanksgiving this year, which hasn't always been the case. Many of my Thanksgivings were memorable, even if they were not special. I remember how nice the guards were at the reform school the Thanksgiving when I was 8. All the kids were surprised. Mr. Chuck didn't hit anyone for the whole weekend.
The social worker and nurse picked up my brothers and I when I was 6 months old. We ended up in separate foster homes, so I'm not sure where I spent my first Thanksgiving. But I remember my first Happy Thanksgiving. Me, Lee and Earl T were reunited for Thanksgiving 1968. It felt weird, but I was happy. I was simply thankful to know I was part of a family. For foster kids, Thanksgiving is more of a spectator sport. It's just not the same as being a member of the team.
Until this year, I thought you couldn't get a happier Thanksgiving than my reunion with Big Brother Lee in 1994. It's not every family who get to see their feast on ABC News. I was thankful for the watch Lee gave me with the inscription "For the Time We've Lost, Love Lee". I was most thankful that he had the courage to contact me after 24 years. For foster kids, it's often really hard to open doors to the past.
I don't have much experience in this brother thing, but apparently it's the big brother who's in charge of reunions. While decorating the house for the holidays last weekend I received another email from a big brother, my oldest son Jason. He simply asked for contact information for his brothers, Andrew in Boston and John in San Diego. Sometimes big brothers can be so cool.
I'm thankful this holiday because once again, a big brother had the courage to prove that even though we are scattered to the four corners of America, there really is no distance between hearts.
The social worker and nurse picked up my brothers and I when I was 6 months old. We ended up in separate foster homes, so I'm not sure where I spent my first Thanksgiving. But I remember my first Happy Thanksgiving. Me, Lee and Earl T were reunited for Thanksgiving 1968. It felt weird, but I was happy. I was simply thankful to know I was part of a family. For foster kids, Thanksgiving is more of a spectator sport. It's just not the same as being a member of the team.
Until this year, I thought you couldn't get a happier Thanksgiving than my reunion with Big Brother Lee in 1994. It's not every family who get to see their feast on ABC News. I was thankful for the watch Lee gave me with the inscription "For the Time We've Lost, Love Lee". I was most thankful that he had the courage to contact me after 24 years. For foster kids, it's often really hard to open doors to the past.
I don't have much experience in this brother thing, but apparently it's the big brother who's in charge of reunions. While decorating the house for the holidays last weekend I received another email from a big brother, my oldest son Jason. He simply asked for contact information for his brothers, Andrew in Boston and John in San Diego. Sometimes big brothers can be so cool.
I'm thankful this holiday because once again, a big brother had the courage to prove that even though we are scattered to the four corners of America, there really is no distance between hearts.
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