Yesterday, I met a man at work. An older gentleman. He was on his way to the airport and stopped in to get a bouquet of flowers to give to his daughter when she stepped off of the plane. He proceeded to tell me that he met his daughter for the first time, in 45 years, just last year. His story was very touching and his words gave me the chills, literally and tears in my eyes. He never knew of this daughter and she found his son, her brother, through Facebook and contacted him about their father. He continued to tell me that he felt an instant connection to her the first time they met and he just knew she wasn't lying. The paternity tests proved 99.9% accurate and this man was over the moon about connecting with a daughter, and grandchildren, he never knew he had. He purchased his flowers and was on his way. (Of course there were more details than what I am sharing, but they are his details and even though he's a stranger to me, I'll respect his honor by only posting the general information.) His story will always stay with me because of how I felt when he was telling it to me. It's stories like this that give you a glimmer of hope that there is some kind of happiness out there for everyone, no matter how big or small. Don't take life for granted, you only get one chance at it.
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