This is where it all began, my visit to mortality. I have often reflected upon the circumstances of my birth and what the reasonings where behind it happening the way that it did. I do believe things happen for a reason, so there must have been one for me being born to people different than the ones who raised me.
For the life of me, I cannot figure it out. My parents are as loving as any two individuals could be. I am very grateful to have them as my parents. Never once did I feel like I was “on loan” to them, as some people imagine adoptees to be. In fact, with my religious beliefs, I have felt that they are more my parents than most people who were naturally born to a man and a woman.
You see, in my religion there is a thing called “being sealed” to your parents for time and eternity. In a nutshell, what this entails is a bond beyond this life with one’s parents, a bond that will hold you as a member of their family – forever. I was sealed to my parents in the Los Angeles LDS temple, twelve days after I was born.
At the time, my parents were living in Idaho. Because of medical complications, my mother couldn’t bear any more children. They already had three children, a boy and two girls, and they desired to have more. So, they adopted one, me.
I was born in Van Nuys, California. I have no idea who the woman that gave birth to me was. Nor do I know who the man that impregnated her was. With all sincerity, I am grateful to them for my life. Without them, I wouldn’t have experienced the joys that this life has brought me. Beyond that, I haven’t thought about them at all.
I joked with a friend of mine, David Barnes, once that I felt the woman may have been Elizabeth Taylor and the man Richard Burton. They didn’t want to get married (again) so they put the baby up for adoption. David quipped back that it was probably some old prostitute and a drunken bum and they couldn’t afford an abortion. (What are friends for?)
Anyhow, I am content with the knowledge of my parents as the ones who raised me, and not those other two biological beings. I cannot fathom what good thing I did in the premortal life to deserve such good parents in this one, but it must have been a doozie.