I was rejected at birth by my father.
This message is –
on the Dedication page of my book, “FREED from Stuck!”.
It speaks for itself.
I never knew my birth father. Born in the fifties “out of wedlock”, I was a shame to him and to my birth mother.
In loving contrast, John William Hayes, the man who adopted me at six months, when I had only 3 curly, red hairs, cherished me as his own. I adored him. He was thrilled to be my father.
Today I celebrate his profound influence on my life. I miss you, Daddy. I trust I’ve “done you proud!”.
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