Archive for October 6th, 2010

October 6, 2010

US winner of the “Something Beautiful” competition…. Birth mom meets daughter….

by Rod Smith

My beautiful story begins with an email two days after the 23rd birthday of a very special girl. You see, this girl is the daughter I gave up for adoption at birth. It was the most heartbreaking, gut-wrenching, mind-numbing thing I’ve ever had to do in my young life.

We found each other through an adoption website and quickly started communicating. I was shocked, excited and nervous all at the same time when we began exchanging emails. Will she accept me, judge me, be angry with me?

We made plans to reunite with family in August, it was a beautiful reunion. When our eyes met for the first time, the tears freely fell and we locked in an embrace that was so warm, beautiful and inviting I didn’t want to let go.

We spent hours looking at pictures of her life with this wonderful family that openly welcomed her as their own and raised her to be a beautiful, carefree, loving, responsible young woman.

She has welcomed her new family with open arms. We have so much more to discover about each other and my heart swells at the thought of her in my life.

My family is now complete.

submitted by “Shara”

October 6, 2010

South African winner of “Something Beautiful” competition….

by Rod Smith

It had been a sultry day in Durban and I had been rushing from meeting to meeting. En route to my final meeting I stopped off at a busy shopping centre to buy snacks for my book club. With ten minutes to get to my last meeting, I packed the shopping bags into the boot, closed it, and moved to the front door. A car guard was waiting politely to help me reverse from my parking spot. Car guards are plentiful in Durban. They can be “in your face” and generally not at all useful in assisting with either parking or exiting from a parking space. Many people (including me) consider them to be a nuisance.

As usual, I had no cash but I did find 50 cents in the car. I handed it to the car guard with an apology for the meager amount. I promised I’d him give more the next time. He looked at me, and, in perfect English and with an underlying French accent he said, “Madam, do not diminish your act of generosity by apologising for the amount given. It was given willingly, and with a smile. It is accepted with the same.”

Niki Armstrong