I believe in a second chance
I believe in a second chance because I got one when I was only a couple weeks old.
I was born on January 3, 1992 in Newton, Iowa. My biological mom gave me up that very day. I was put up for adoption the next day. About one week later my mom gets a call saying that baby boy is up for adoption. Do you want him? After to my parents talked it over. They decided to adopted me and make me a McCoy.
I grew up with one African American brother and two African American sisters. So I didn’t know anything different till I was ten years old. My parents told me that I was adopted and I didn’t know what that meant at all. My parents tried to explain it to me in a delicate way. But I didn’t understand till I was thirteen. I looked adoption up on the computer and asked my parents more questions like “Why did she give me up?” or “Do you know where my biological parents are?”
My parents said that I had a file on all of this and more but I can’t see it till I’m old enough. My parents are always open to talk to be about my biological parents.
I’ve realized that I didn’t need to really know about my biological parents and my past. All I need is my family that I have now. My biological parents haven’t been there from the start of my life till now and they won’t be there for the rest. So what if they gave me up. I’m glad they did. If they didn’t I wont be living in Ankeny (the best city ever) or have my great friend I have here. I also won’t have the great love and support from my family that I get in my football game and in my life.
I got a second chance and I took it and I’m glad that I didn’t. It wasn’t really my decision but it was god and I’m glad he put me here right now, in this place, at this time.
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