Unbeatable Odds: Unbeatable Man..swf

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This slideshow follows generations of my blood, and tracks the seed of a rape as a baby was created, adopted at birth,; raised until age 13 by this well-respected socialite who was a brilliant pianist but was in high demand, thus leaving the boy alone. -in a cold home with no carpet. No siblings or sitters. No pets. No smiles.
When the lonely boy was 13 years old, he was pulled from class and rushed to the hospital in time to see the doctor zip the oxygen tent and pronounce his ailing adopted-mother dead.
The doctor walked to the boy and said 'you know that wasn't your real mother, right?'
The boy was in shock but proudly agreed that he knew--which was a lie. The doctor that coldly made this statement was the same small-town doctor that had delivered the boy from the rape-victim's womb, to the adopted parents' arms.
The boy became a man, but in many ways never matured psychologically past the age of 13.
The boy was bounced around between several families that had known his adopted mom, and/or the doctor.
The boy never had an ounce of the true and necessary nurturing that is passed on from every mammal's natural born mother to it's offspring in order to understand procreation.
The boy was abandoned by everyone that touched him.
The boy developed a lifelong inability to trust that nobody would truly stand by him forever, because all he ever knew was ripped from his heart.
The boy became a survivor and taught himself to live. The boy has held one relationship as his only trusted source of attachment, and that relationship is with his Bible.
The boy is my Dad, but more than that he is my hero and deserves the second half of his life to be filled with the love that his first 50 years were raped of providing.
Humanity let an act of evil slip through the cracks, and has sent shock waves through generations of his own offspring and marriages.
It was impossible for anyone to know how to love someone in his shoes because the psychological makeup of this loving but neglected 13-year old boy is incomprehensible to 99% of the population.
I'm proud of my Dad for doing his best to raise the 3 children that he created from the 3 women that he thought he could start a family with.
Most of us were blessed enough to have someone to turn to in times of crisis. In times of loneliness. In times of fun. In times of pride. In times of need. Or in times of final thoughts.
Most of us were blessed to be able to visit a brother, sister, mother, father, cousin or grandparent for the holidays. Imagine the instances where help or unforced love might have saved you from turmoil. Imagine those holidays where you saw smiling faces from people that didn't view you as charity.
Now pretend that none of those days ever existed. Imagine the days when there was nobody to call with good or bad news.
History owes this knowledge to anyone that has met or will ever meet my Dad. Without it, I, myself, have learned that it is an insult to humanity to doubt this man's character.
If I were half the man he is, I'd be more of a man than most.
Proud of my Dad. Astonished by my Dad. Love my Dad.

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