What Are the Chances?

I was adopted as an infant and have always known I was adopted. I am now 38. I had a great childhood, but when I turned 18, I wanted to know. I was provided with non-identifying information. About ten years later, I went to an ALMA meeting, a birth mother and her son were there; they had been reunited by the Musser Foundation. I contacted them, paid the fee, and had my birth mother's name, address, etc. in three days. I had asked them if it was on the up and up and they assured me it was, but provided nothing in writing; it was all over the phone. I contacted her by letter, and she did answer all questions but one (my birth father's name). She saw no point in meeting me. I just wondered what she looked like - a photograph would have even worked. Yes, that hurt, but I accepted it, and life went on for another ten years.

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In that time, I began working for a company that had recently been bought by a major corporation in the city my birth mother lives in. They transferred a couple of people here. I mentioned my birth mother to one of them; he had grown up down the street from her and her son (I did not know of her son). Our mothers were neighborhood friends, though mine no longer lived in that neighborhood. What are the chances of that happening? Slim to none. I decided to look for my brother and found him on the internet, in another country. I e-mailed him; he did not believe me, and sent me a list of childhood questions for the guy I work with (trick questions included). I ended up mailing him my original birth certificate and a copy of one of her handwritten envelopes to me. He also went to his mother in the meantime. The wall went up very quickly after he went to her. He even sent a mean e-mail to the guy I work with about me. I have no ulterior motives, but they both seem to think I do.

I don't so much care about my birth mother as I do about my half brother. I know he has returned to the U.S., and recently was living in the same state as me. No contact from him, and he knows I will always be open to him. I just pray every night he will change his mind. The guy I work with - his dad went to my birth mother's for a visit a few months ago and brought me up. She got very upset and ended up apologizing to him. Basically, no one is supposed to know of me. I did not intentionally spill her secret, but then, I never agreed to confidentiality either.

Anyways, I just wanted to share my story - it is unique. I feel God put the guy I work with in my life for me to know more - whether this is it, or there is more in the future. It is also a story of rejection, which I don't see too many of. I would love to find my father, but that seems to be a dead end.