My name is Destiny ***********, I was born in the City of Pueblo, Colorado on September 29, of 1997.
It was a day in October, 2001 and my age just inside of four when I felt his oncoming storm of change. Sadly, being so young, my offered defense gained him no aid what so ever; but that was all I had to give — before the wind hit.
He never felt the cold of its rush… He hadn’t even a name, – and as the winds receded, – that’s when she told me – he was gone.
My little brother named Joseph was born on October 20, 2001 in Fairfield, New Jersey. He was adopted as a newborn infant; being that day, – windswept from my heart! As of today, I have no knowledge of where he lives nor of his well being.
When I think of our common bond it is unsettling of mind to think that as he meets each new horizon, my search for him will slip further into darkness. For years now, I’ve held the fear that his life’s future will hold to me as a beautiful, yet unseen Navaho Sand Painting… In my mind the colors of his being, vibrant – yet daily forevermore lost to that haunting wind!
Conversely, his ongoing thoughts and feelings are treasures that surely keep in someone’s world. However, as each day passes in time, lost to my own is his every created nuance and its chance of becoming a shared memory in my life. Sadly, like the windblown grains of Navaho colored sand each possibile moment lay hidden by the night, as the new dawn breaks out into his day…
Obviously, I had no say in the adoption matter. Yet, his placement was legally granted adopted status without the Natural Father’s knowledge or permission. This is a man who has since found out the truth for three years now, but in its telling await only deaf ears belonged of the New Jersey Department of Human Services.
However, I can feel another cold wind in welling…, and this time it will be me that heads it in a different direction!
That the reader may know another truth. It is thru my heart that tells of this tale, my second return to speak out against, and I do so now by means of my brother’s Natural Father and his written words.
Believe it or not, the ‘Ivory Tower’ that you see on the back cover of this book is a replica of an original piece built by a four year old Destiny. A tower to warn her immeadiate family of the adoption oncoming winds of change.
Across the nation there are many other children who don’t know that they live life under the same circumstances as our brother / son. Yet, long imposed upon Destiny are circumstances that come from the other side of adoption. These have left her a scar-carrying member of the Dying Swans Club!
How did she gain membership into this ever growing club? – After spending eight years looking at the world from an Ivory Tower, thrust before her eyes was a certain view, a perspective of which, many others will also see. Yet, it is most definitely not one viewed by those who wield power from the ‘Right’ side of adoption… This telling is her Ivory Tower perspective. This book is also her essay, …as you will soon find out!
Thank you, Destiny ******* / David Archuletta
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