the impossible dream

As a boy I was accused of being a dreamer. The real problem was that i was not just a dreamer but I had a vivid imagination and sometimes these two things would often cause trouble. These two traits were fuelled by reading books and listening to the radio. This was in the pre-television era and even today I still enjoy listening to radio sport rather than watching it on television. In my late teens I was really involved in Church activities and believed in God's call to ministry and eventually I was ordained an Anglican priest and I have been ordained 48 years this year. I was adopted as a little baby(3 days old) and whilst my adoptive parents were alive they would have been very upset had I wanted to look for my birth family. After they died although I had this longing to know but put into the too hard basket although inwardly I wanted to know more. Some years ago I had problems with hernias and during convalescence my daughter if I wanted to know and I said "Yes". Three days later I found where my mother lived in a small country called Mathoura New South Wales Australia. She had died but had two children- a boy and girl who lived in the small town. I met both of them and it was not until I met my cousin that I truly believed I was a member of that family. Later I met a cousin ofm my birth father but I only know a little information about him. this experience was an impossible dream come true

— Bazza F