My Life At The Right Time Essay
There is a meme that goes around the Internet that states, “Family isn’t always blood. It’s the people in your life who want you in theirs; the ones who accept you for who you are. The ones who would do anything to see you smile and who love you no matter what.” I am lucky enough to have more than one example of this in my life. I absolutely believe that families are often the culmination of people that love and respect you, people that are situated in your life at the right time.
On April 25, 1972, in Iowa City Iowa, a sprawling (by Iowa standards) college town, I was born to an unwed teenager. In the 70’s, it wasn’t considered “okay” to be 16 years old and pregnant. My birthmother made the ultimate sacrifice and did what she knew was best for me and for her. A young couple in Northeast Iowa who were unable to conceive a child on their own adopted me, and two years later, they also adopted my brother. We shared no blood, but we were a family. My brother and I needed them, and they needed us. When we were small children, I never understood it when extended family members treated my brother and me differently; it took me some years to figure out why. These members of my family didn’t understand that blood is not the only thing that befits a family.
In my early 20’s, to the disappointment of my parents, I departed for the east coast. I relocated to Virginia with my cousin, Angie. After a few months, Angie made the decision to leave, and I decided…