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Heres a little story that may help you understand me. 2 actually, quite sad. actually

When my cousin was in her mid 20s, she had 2 daughters, one, 7, Katrina, who is now in HER mid 20s, and Desiree, 5. Desiree was so excited that she was going to be in kindergarten in a week and be in school like her big sister, and was drawing a picture of it in the back seat of my cousin’s car. She stood up to show her, and her hand accidentally slipped and opened the door, which she was using to balance, and she fell out. In a split second, my cousin swerved and hit a tree, attempted to back up, and accidentally ran over Desiree. They rushed her to the hospital, and the doctors said she would be fine, despite loud and agonizing cries my cousin could hear all the way in the waiting room of “Why did you run over me, mommy?”, after all, none of her bones were even cracked, there was no reason to think she wouldnt be ok. After several hours of trying to stabalize her, one of her lungs inexplicably collapsed. The doctors tried to save her, tried to fix her lung, but it was to late. Desiree had died. And the worst part of it all? They said she wouldve been ok if the car didnt run over her.

Fast forward several years, to a different woman in her 20s, Driving a pickup truck in the afternoon fog of california with her baby son in a car seat behind her. Now picture, as the woman, struggling to see through the combination of the rapidly fading sunlight, and the thick, ocean fog, accidentally driving into a railroad track as a locomotive comes barreling towards them. Now picture if you would, the train broadsiding the woman’s truck, dragging them a quarter mile, then expelling the mangles wreck to the side. The woman is battered and injured, but as she checks her son, she finds that he had been killed by the impact. After a few weeks, a combination of things causes the woman to move away from her town, her job, and even her boyfriend, with whom she had been intimately involved, but both of whom aggree the move is for the best, and they part ways. 4 months later, shes living in Las Vegas, in a nice suburb. Now imagine her shock, as she finds that a mere 5 months after her baby son was killed, shes pregnant with the child of the boyfriend she had just left. Imagine now, this woman calling my cousin, with whom she had bonded in the past months due to their similar experiences, and after hours discussion and debate, asking her to find someone who wants a little boy. My cousin knows just the people, and she calls them. their ecstatic, after years of trying for their own, they finally have a chance to have their own child. The wife drives accross 2 states to get to the mom 2 weeks before the delivery, and bonds with the unborn child that is to be hers. Now picture, after 2 weeks of bonding with the young woman, and the child, the wife helping deliver the boy, and take turns holding him with the young woman. Now picture the young woman, still with grief in her heart, reluctantly bidding the wife good bye as she leaves with the boy, who she knows she couldnt deal with because of her anxiety and grief, but also knows that she loved him before he was born, because he was her son. Now fast forward a few days, the wife and the boy are safe at home, and she calls her husband, who was at a business meeting a week before they had recieved news of the boy, and deciding on a name over the phone. “Andrew Everett Lawson”. Before they hung up, and she tucked the boy into bed in their Boise, Idaho home. Now imagine, 15 years later, that same little boy, now a teenager, writing this post about his biological mother, his family, and himself. Hopefully this will help some of you to get to know me better. My life is what it is because of a series of unfortunate events. I was a miracle among tragedy, and the answer to a couple’s prayers. This is the thought that keeps me waking up each morning. This is who I Am.

Heres a little story that may help you understand me. 2 actually, quite sad. actually

When my cousin was in her mid 20s, she had 2 daughters, one, 7, Katrina, who is now in HER mid 20s, and Desiree, 5. Desiree was so excited that she was going to be in kindergarten in a week and be in school like her big sister, and was drawing a picture of it in the back seat of my cousin’s car. She stood up to show her, and her hand accidentally slipped and opened the door, which she was using to balance, and she fell out. In a split second, my cousin swerved and hit a tree, attempted to back up, and accidentally ran over Desiree. They rushed her to the hospital, and the doctors said she would be fine, despite loud and agonizing cries my cousin could hear all the way in the waiting room of “Why did you run over me, mommy?”, after all, none of her bones were even cracked, there was no reason to think she wouldnt be ok. After several hours of trying to stabalize her, one of her lungs inexplicably collapsed. The doctors tried to save her, tried to fix her lung, but it was to late. Desiree had died. And the worst part of it all? They said she wouldve been ok if the car didnt run over her.

Fast forward several years, to a different woman in her 20s, Driving a pickup truck in the afternoon fog of california with her baby son in a car seat behind her. Now picture, as the woman, struggling to see through the combination of the rapidly fading sunlight, and the thick, ocean fog, accidentally driving into a railroad track as a locomotive comes barreling towards them. Now picture if you would, the train broadsiding the woman’s truck, dragging them a quarter mile, then expelling the mangles wreck to the side. The woman is battered and injured, but as she checks her son, she finds that he had been killed by the impact. After a few weeks, a combination of things causes the woman to move away from her town, her job, and even her boyfriend, with whom she had been intimately involved, but both of whom aggree the move is for the best, and they part ways. 4 months later, shes living in Las Vegas, in a nice suburb. Now imagine her shock, as she finds that a mere 5 months after her baby son was killed, shes pregnant with the child of the boyfriend she had just left. Imagine now, this woman calling my cousin, with whom she had bonded in the past months due to their similar experiences, and after hours discussion and debate, asking her to find someone who wants a little boy. My cousin knows just the people, and she calls them. their ecstatic, after years of trying for their own, they finally have a chance to have their own child. The wife drives accross 2 states to get to the mom 2 weeks before the delivery, and bonds with the unborn child that is to be hers. Now picture, after 2 weeks of bonding with the young woman, and the child, the wife helping deliver the boy, and take turns holding him with the young woman. Now picture the young woman, still with grief in her heart, reluctantly bidding the wife good bye as she leaves with the boy, who she knows she couldnt deal with because of her anxiety and grief, but also knows that she loved him before he was born, because he was her son. Now fast forward a few days, the wife and the boy are safe at home, and she calls her husband, who was at a business meeting a week before they had recieved news of the boy, and deciding on a name over the phone. “Andrew Everett Lawson”. Before they hung up, and she tucked the boy into bed in their Boise, Idaho home. Now imagine, 15 years later, that same little boy, now a teenager, writing this post about his biological mother, his family, and himself. Hopefully this will help some of you to get to know me better. My life is what it is because of a series of unfortunate events. I was a miracle among tragedy, and the answer to a couple’s prayers. This is the thought that keeps me waking up each morning. This is who I Am. oh, yeah, and uhhhh…all of that is true so, you know…yeah. (also, Desiree’s birthday is nearing, thats what drove me to write this)