Help?

Well, I don't really know what to say. Maybe someone out there can help me? I was born December 9th, 1970 in Licking County Memorial Hospital in Licking County, Ohio. Unfortunately, when I was born, the local newspapers were on strike, and there aren't many records of my birth. I did find one paper (which wasn't a local one, but did report local births) that had my birth recorded in it.

I was born Timothy Lewis Poling to a Mrs. Lee L. Poling. My adoptive parents have not been much help in my search, and I don't feel right asking them for a whole lot of help. Apparently, I was abandoned in my home in Licking County at a pretty young age, only about 2 or 3. When this happened, I was left there for a couple days until a neighbor called the police to complain about me crying for 2 days straight. When the police arrived, I came right to them, and quit crying. I was placed in a foster home, and was adopted out to my current "parents", a nurse and a doctor who didn't really have time for kids. I didn't have a HARD childhood, just not the one I would have preferred I guess.

I was a hyperactive child, and as a result I was put on the drug of the day, Riddalin. I don't remember any of my childhood until I was about 12 or 13 years old. I do know that each year I was sent away to camp. Then when I was about 12 or 13, I was sent to Oklahoma to Cookson Hills Christian Ministries. This was similar to a foster home, except that it was Christian oriented. While there, I learned how to work on a dairy farm, how to box, and how to be a Christian. It was undoubtedly one of the best things to happen to me in my life. I was there for two years with only ONE visit from my adoptive parents. When I returned, I was sent to an actual boarding school for 9th grade. To me, it seemed as if my adoptive "parents" didn't want me around. By this time, they had adopted two other children. I accepted the fact that I wasn't the son that these people wanted, and became very rebellious. I got into smoking, drinking, and drugs. I eventually failed 9th grade there. When I returned from boarding school, it was the same story, time to go away to camp. When I returned, I went to a REAL school.

9th grade again. I did great the first half of the year, then the drinking and drugs got the best of me and I failed 9th grade again. At this point, I was 17 years old, and getting ready to go through 9th grade for the third time. My adoptive "father" told me that I had to get a job and move out or join the military. I chose the later. I tried to get into the Marine Corps, but I was too undereducated. At the time, the only service that would accept me was the Navy. I signed up, and away I went. After a few poor choices, I was discharged from the Navy with an Other Than Honorable discharge and looking at jail time also. All this time, I hadn't really thought about my birth mother. Well, I served my time for the state, and met my current wife.

When we met, I was a mess, but somehow, she saw past all that, and worked on me anyway. Thank God she did, or I would surely be dead by now. I latched onto her like I would have my own mother, and haven't let go since! My wife now holds me when I cry myself to sleep at night. I am sad because I don't have any memories of my birth mother, and I desperately want to know who and where she is. Both of my beautiful children have medical conditions, and I need to know my family medical history for their sakes. I know that something must have happened to her to make her not come home that day when I was so young. But mom, it's ok; I'm fine. Please come home again. Your grandchildren want to meet you, too. To anyone who may know something about me or my mother, please e-mail me at lonewolf_lilrose@hotmail.com

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