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Who Was This Man

by Nicole Humphrey | More from this Blogger

13 Jul 2006 11:00 AM

My story is a long one if you haven't seen that so far. As I've already mentioned, we had visited all the locations I needed to visit for my own peace of mind. You know - those places that I just needed to see?

Deep breath, now it was time to go find these two address', where my "relative" was known to be living with this Linda R.

The first place we came to was a beautiful neighborhood, nice large, gorgeous houses. We got out and walked around, and I felt nothing. I felt weird about walking around someone's property, but I just did not feel a "connection" and I was so sure I would. We went to the door but nobody was home. I just had weird thoughts in my mind that this could not possibly be who I was looking for. I'm not sure why. I just did.

So we hopped back into Terrie's car and drove out towards Magnolia, Texas. I loved the name of that little town. Magnolia was one of my favorite words when I was a very young child... funny how that came to mind as we drove... and there was simply no connection.

As we turned onto the street, I suddenly found myself gasping for air. I got dizzy and very nervous. Nothing like I had experienced at the other house. Something was definitely different this time.

We pulled up outside a little trailer and I surveyed the property. I knew this was it. I felt it in my bones, in my mind, in my heart... this was it. I had no idea who the man was on the other side of this door, but I knew that this was the place.

Suddenly I felt like crying because I was so dang terrified. Thank goodness for Terrie... she kept me sane.

She decided to play the role of an old friend of my birth mother's from school and see where that took us. And so we approached the door of this little trailer.

*knock* *knock* - waiting... waiting... swallowing... breathing... I kept telling myself "Remember to breath, Nicole".

I kept breathing and swallowing and I seriously felt like gasping for air.

And then there it was. A noise! There was a noise from inside the house.

And suddenly the real panic set in. I was really struggling to maintain my cool, but I was about to freak. And the door swings open - and this woman is standing there....and she asks, "Can I help you?" (she was nice).

"Yes, we are looking for a Bradley D." Terrie says, cool as a cucumber. I was feeling more like a squash as I hear this woman's next words.

"You've got him" looking back over her shoulder "Hey Brad ... people here for you.". And she walked away from the door.

*Deep Breath*

"Seriously Terrie I'm going to pass out", I whisper to her. She squeezed my hand and said "no you're not... just let me talk".

And a shadow fell across the doorway.

To be Continued... Watch my blog for new updates and more of the story!

 
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Nicole Humphrey is a freelance writer, consultant for CTMH and a Sr. Blogger for families.com. She resides in St. Charles, Missouri with Mike and their five children and two furbabies.

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User Comments

Christina Huffman (1406) 13 Jul 2006 11:18 AM

The suspense is killing me!! What happened next??

Andrea M (2525) 13 Jul 2006 02:27 PM

And?????? Keep Going!!!!!!!!!!............................................................

Nicole Humphrey (15757) 17 Jul 2006 06:33 AM

I'm so glad I've kept you all hanging. LOL Just kidding. But check out my blog for new posts that continue the story!

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