How did it all start?

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I was having a conversation with a friend who was asking me about my past, where I came from and the details behind my being here.

After I told them the very brief facts of what, where, when and how – which, to be honest, was very skeletal, I was asked whether I’ve ever been back to Vietnam, whether I even intend to go, and had I ever wanted to know any more. The answer to all three questions was a resounding “No”.

I was then asked why? A good question. I didn’t really have an answer, only that I was happy with my life as it was and I knew that to find any answers to my questions could quite simply be a fruitless task.

I had seen a documentary on television that showed three Vietnamese adoptees return to Vietnam in an attempt to find out more about their life, their family, their culture and any clues as to why they were adopted. That documentary raised more questions than it answered. I knew from that day onwards that living my life as a British person was all I needed to do. I was happy in my life, happy in my work and I didn’t feel as if I had anything missing.

I was then asked if twenty or thirty years down the line, would I regret having not done anything, and as time was precious, the people who may have some answers are getting older, as am I, would I then regret that. After taking a long, hard think about this question, the answer was clear: Yes, I would have terrible regrets.

From that moment on I knew I had to do something. But where would I start?

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About the Special Delivery: Babies of the Mercy Mission blog

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We first decided to keep a blog on the journey taken to uncover facts and reunite adoptees since the route takes a more complex route every week it seemed a good idea to keep a note of what has happened, not only for ourselves but also for other people as we have often been asked by other adoptees how to start their search and whilst it’s very important, very interesting and, not to mention, very individual, when we try to recall how we started and continued with the momentum, it’s very difficult to pinpoint, so we have also put this blog together to help others draw some help, support and strength with their search.

Good luck and sunny blessings!

How did it all start?

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I was having a conversation with a friend who was asking me about my past, where I came from and the details behind my being here.

After I told them the very brief facts of what, where, when and how – which, to be honest, was very skeletal, I was asked whether I’ve ever been back to Vietnam, whether I even intend to go, and had I ever wanted to know any more. The answer to all three questions was a resounding “No”.

I was then asked why? A good question. I didn’t really have an answer, only that I was happy with my life as it was and I knew that to find any answers to my questions could quite simply be a fruitless task.

I had seen a documentary on television that showed three Vietnamese adoptees return to Vietnam in an attempt to find out more about their life, their family, their culture and any clues as to why they were adopted. That documentary raised more questions than it answered. I knew from that day onwards that living my life as a British person was all I needed to do. I was happy in my life, happy in my work and I didn’t feel as if I had anything missing.

I was then asked if twenty or thirty years down the line, would I regret having not done anything, and as time was precious, the people who may have some answers are getting older, as am I, would I then regret that. After taking a long, hard think about this question, the answer was clear: Yes, I would have terrible regrets.

From that moment on I knew I had to do something. But where would I start?