th a hole in my soul that could not
be filled. Something was missing. In 1995 my beating heart found
the echo heartbeat of my twin brother Adam. Each of our questioning
and searching finally came to an end when we met and confirmed
that our search was over--we belonged together.

I am finally free to share my struggles and my story, which from
tragedy turned to joy. After many long years and resolving many issues,
I am now able to share and publish my life. It is not to applaud me
but to validate a history that was only a mirage at times. Many children
were saved by good people who discovered their identity after their
adopted parents passed on.