Mikey Speaks Out

<p style='margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:8.0pt;margin-left:0cm;font-size:15px;font-family:Calibrisans-serif;'><span style='font-size:16px;font-family:Times New Romanserif;'>On the day of my birth my mother had already decided that she wanted to give me away. She had made this decision even though she had not yet known the extent of the problems that would confront me. As it turned out there were many including the fact that I was not born a beautiful baby.</span></p><p style='margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:8.0pt;margin-left:0cm;font-size:15px;font-family:Calibrisans-serif;'><span style='font-size:16px;font-family:Times New Romanserif;'>Actually I was considered to be quite ugly disfigured by a cleft lip and palate that left a gaping hole in the middle of my face. In addition I was born deaf covered with bruises and showed signs of haemophilia an ancient life-threatening hereditary bleeding disorder.</span></p><p style='margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:8.0pt;margin-left:0cm;font-size:15px;font-family:Calibrisans-serif;'><span style='font-size:16px;font-family:Times New Romanserif;'>I longed to be hugged kissed and cuddled in my mother's arms but that was not about to happen. Instead I spent months in a hospital crib as I recovered from complicated facial surgery. Following the surgery I was placed in a dark room of a foster home and left to languish in loneliness for several months.</span></p><p style='margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:8.0pt;margin-left:0cm;font-size:15px;font-family:Calibrisans-serif;'><span style='font-size:16px;font-family:Times New Romanserif;'>On a dark snowy night shortly before Christmas a man and woman arrived at the home of my foster parents. They had driven five hundred miles through a blizzard and requested to see me... see me! No one had ever before asked to see me! My only previous visits away from the foster home were trips to the hospital for painful medical procedures.</span></p>