Daniel

He is our son and he’s been on my mind and in my prayers a great deal lately.

Before he was born we met his mother who was pregnant with him and we arranged to adopt him. We were notified when he was born at Camp Pendleton in California. The first time that we saw him, he was 2 hours old. We saw him continually and took him home when he was 2 days old. That was 23 years ago.

From the time he was in preschool, he had problems but he has always been and still is very dear to us. He is our son. When he went to public school the problems just got worse until finally he was declared Educably Mentally Retarded because he couldn’t read or comprehend beyond the 2nd grade level, and he has always known this.

In addition to that his Doctor also told us that he was bipolar and he takes medication for that.

We have always taught him about Jesus and I baptized him. We have also always taught him about the blessing that we are adopted into God’s family so that he would know that we are all the same: Adopted.

About 2 or 3 years ago, he was crossing a road in Virginia and was hit by a truck which also gave him a Brain Injury.

As he has grown up (he has graduated from High School) though, he only declares himself to be Bipolar, nothing else, and of course he thinks that he can and will overcome that.

So he thinks that he has no problems and neither should I, and he doesn’t understand how a son could/should be a caregiver. It just cuts into what he wants to do and thinks has can do in life, thus he’s leaving me at the end of this month. I have kept him in prayer and Jesus is working with him.