tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4957436302542050387.post1422159190564605257..comments2023-12-18T20:01:40.174-08:00Comments on Winning Readings: What if You'd Never See Them Again?Winning Readingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00544477271469457686noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4957436302542050387.post-22563659043275071222010-05-18T17:41:24.298-07:002010-05-18T17:41:24.298-07:00I don't have a family related post, but I coul...I don't have a family related post, but I could relate to the story posted here. My parents raised 36 foster children at various times throughout their lives. I was the last one. My mom always said that Dad had never wanted kids. That made me feel lower than low then. If he didn't want kids, he sure didn't want me. He was never touch feely for the first 30 years of my life. I'd only seen him show any emotion one time, and that was when his favorite dog died. Never any I love you's, I'm proud of you, or hugs. Mom always said he never learned affection because he was an only child.<br /><br />In 1997 though I ended up in ICU. Critical Condition. Doctors said I was lucky, in a week I'd have been dead. My fiancee' at the time called them, and they drove out to where I lived. He stood by my bed, holding my hand, tears pouring down his cheeks. From that point on, he was a different man. He'd express his love to me, my siblings, my mom. He'd hug us, and the world just changed. Anyway, I wanted to post this, because I could relate to the subject, and felt the need to share.Rhodes Reviewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05562229761862474473noreply@blogger.com