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Let me tell you our story.My adopted daughter is black. She is my wife’s sister’s daughter.Both of her biological parents were in no position financially or otherwise to care for her. So we adopted her when she was young.Kids are products of their environments. Her adopted Dad is this nerdy white guy (a bit OCD) who is a math teacher and bodybuilder. Her adopted mother was a pragmatic, take -no-bullshit Jamaican lady who worked 10 hour shifts every evening in the OR. Her Dad had a lot of time on his hands. He and his daughter got to spend a lot of time together during the developmental years. Like any language, math was practiced 365 days a year. She quickly became fluent in her new language. The week before her 9th birthday she asked if she could start working out. It was obvious she inherited her biological parents’ athletic ability as her strength and speed went through the roof.Our little girl finished high school math before she started high school. She started college at 14. She is currently 16 and is starting her first year of college full time. She already has 11 credit hours of college math. At age 20 she will graduate with a BS in Bioengineering. She is also working on her pilot’s license.She plays golf. Won regionals in the 4X100 relay. Won the 2013 AAU Florida State Gymnastics Championship taking 3 of 4 events. That same year she set 4 Florida powerlifting records (bench, squat, deadlift, and total). She also ran cross country in middle school.She was working out with 135lbs on the bench press at the age of 14.Right before she won Florida State Gymnastics Championship.She played guitar, danced salsa, and did martial arts (Krav Maga) when she was younger. We were in her business 24/7 growing up. As a result she is on autopilot. Almost complete autonomy. She has had a checking account and debit card since she was 14. Has a strong sense of self and knows what she wants. She doesn’t want to date until she is older because she isn’t attracted to boys her age. Loves her natural hair and said she never wants to relax it. She wants to be a pilot in the Air Force. She works and buys her own school supplies, clothes, and car insurance.When she was 12 she set a World Record on the Concept 2 Rower in the 100 meter row.The cutest bat girl I have ever seen.Can’t take us anywhere. Lol.I love her dearly. She has made me so proud. She always did the right thing. She got the best of many worlds. A few years ago her Jamaican grandmother moved in with us and it was like having 3 parents. Her best friend is Grandma. Seriously.In the end there wasn't anything magical about me being white other than perhaps a diverse offering of activities. I doubt she would have seen Van Halen, Guns ’n’ Roses, and The Who if I wasn't white. Lol. Good natured jokes were flying when she showed up to school the day after Van Halen wearing a concert shirt. Her teacher even joked with her about it.It was all about having time and money WELL SPENT. Just throwing money at them isn't the answer. We didn't spend money on expensive clothes , designer purses, and iphones. We spend it on hobbies and activities that enrich her. She doesn't own a video game system. She has a $50 phone. She got $150 (no actual gifts) for Christmas to spend however she wanted. She earns $500 every June for a 4.0. All As and one B earns her a Happy Meal. She had to learn to budget money and she had to develop a work ethic. She shops at Goodwill and Target.For people concerned about her losing her culture, our entire household represents several diluted cultures. We don't know what our culture is really. I'm white Midwestern and my wife is Jamaican. We lived on the Mexican border for 5 years. Without a doubt, a lot of their culture was mixed in with ours. We currently live in a very diverse community. Her closest friends are neither black nor white. They happen to be Hispanic. I don't think she really identifies herself by her skin color.One of our proudest moments was when her friend's very traditional Mexican father asked me if she could be in her quincenera.This pic is from 2015 when we both won our age group in a 5K.She did this problem from an Algebra 2 textbook when she was 10. But, for all her gifts, spelling wasn't one of them. Lol. She made me a “Brithday” card every year.Ever see such a cute baby? My wife and I hit the jackpot.Update February 12th, 2021Heaven is 18 and set to graduate with her associate degree in applied science in 3 months. One month before she graduates high school. I wanted to thank everyone for the upvotes and shares. I failed to mention our enabler. My wife. The voice of reason. The one who was the perfect complement to me in child rearing. We hope we can encourage more people to adopt. Love doesn't have a color. There are tens of thousands of Indian girls and Asian children waiting to be adopted. There are thousands of foster children in the US who would give anything for a real family. Getting to be a part of her life forever changed mine.The End

It’s comfortable to stay where you’re raised. Please pardon, it fits like a mitten. One of my closet friends lives in Marquette, I recognise the UP, but couldn’t avoid the pun. Overall the UP population is small. Born and raised Wyoming author C.J. Box of “Big Sky” and “Joe Pickett” fame, filming this summer, had some characters who said they were from the U.P., meaning Michigan’s Upper Penninsula. He didn’t get it; “They’re from the Union Pacific?”How do you leave the land of your birth? It seems most don’t. What might have kept me? Were my boots just too thirsty? (Eric Andersen)31 March, 2021 fridge magnet from the Henry FordFive of my half siblings still live within a few miles of where I was born, downriver from Detroit, in the suburbs. It’s convenient to extended family, employment and to good times like backyard barbecues, bowling, the Flat Rock Racetrack, even trips to the beach. They wonder “what do you do out there in Wyoming?” My youngest sister brought her family here on holiday seven years ago so we showed them the highlights. I’m sure it appeared we only play here; we recreate hard among nature. But that’s not the day to day life. My step brother’s widow still lives in Holly but my step sister’s in Indianapolis and my other stepbrother’s widow lives in Oregon. My mom and stepdad moved to Arkansas in ‘85 to escape winter but I was already out here, they raised me right, to embrace winter. But when I was 18–19 in 1978 I’d drive an hour to the big city from Pontiac Township to find culture like a big discotheque called “Harpo’s” made from a remodeled cinema palace with gyrating light thingamabobs on the ceiling like we sure didn’t have back home.This is about how I left my home, to find a new one, to be detailed in part six. It’s long and self-indulgent. You’ve been warned, it’s part of a greater story. I enjoy answering Quora questions to help others from my perspective, my field of expertise, of Yellowstone and Grand Teton. But this, as they say in writing class, is for me; they say to “write what you know.” It’s extended in hopes of edifying but if it’s too much, then I wish you well.Mecheweamiing: Upon the Big Plains, part 5. A reminiscent Michigan interlude. This begins inIt could also begin inFunny thing about “Wyoming.” There’s a town in western Michigan near Holland by that name. It comes from the Lenape language, called Delaware, from what’s now eastern Pennsylvania and New Jersey. Wyoming is a shortening of Mecheweamiing, “at the Great Plains.” I say to you, it’s not merely at the plains, it’s outright upon them, hence my paraphrasatic title. Some say it means mountains and plains alternating, but mountains are fairly scarce in northeastern Pennsylvania. During US congressional formation of Wyoming Territory in 1865, it was said to be from the Munsee sub tribe of Lenape language, “xwé:wamənk/Chwewamink:” at the big river flat.I’m a born and raised Michigander. I expect I was conceived in a boat in the Detroit River, a stone’s throw from Ontario. When people ask me what part, I show them my palm, the mitten (I turn my other hand backwards to show the UP, my thumb making the Keeninaw Peninsula.) I love Michigan and will ‘ere sing its praise. But like Thomas Hardy’s Clym Yeobright I left. Unlike him, I only came back to visit.27 March, 2021I grew up skiing, camping, canoeing, fishing, bicycling, tobogganing, sledding, skating, playing hockey, raking leaves to burn in aromatic piles in the autumn after they were jumped in. There were old corn cobs and husks in the fields behind my elementary school, near cattle pasture my dad used to walk through to get to the same building, sometimes flushing pheasants. Now it’s all houses except for the golf course that preserves ponds I used to enjoy, had camped by. My memories include acorns and scarlet oak and maple leaves underfoot walking to school. We tapped a sugar maple in my front yard to make syrup over days of reduction.As a cross country runner I spent a lot of time on golf courses. Whilst a caddy at Bloomfield Hills’ Forest Lake Country Club between 1972–76, I invented, in my mind, a warm weather biathlon where golf and distance running were mashed up.My family had a membership at nearby Cranbrook Institute of Science where I heard Richard Leakey, Stan Waterman and Maynard Miller speak. (who?) Later, I was a docent there, helping school groups get into fossils. Tchaikovsky’s Swan Lake sang in my head whilst running in the grounds.Busing tables in the restaurant in the Pontiac Silverdome, then the largest indoor stadium in the world, I watched the setting sunlight creep across the AstroTurf and up into the stands at a slightly different point each evening until the solstice, then work it’s way back, as if in a gigantic Neolithic observatory barrow. Two and a half turns around the main concourse made a mile (1.6 km.) The fiberglass canvas roof was held up by air pressure which would push us out into the parking lot through the emergency exits after the revolving doors were locked. Special events in the Silverdome included tractor pulls, dog shows, rodeo, Steve Miller, Led Zeppelin, ELO, Billy Graham, motocross, and, of course, Lion’s games, “Another One Bites the Dust” on the Jumbotron, the “Classy Chassis” cheerleaders.I worked out a relay between my bicycle and pickup truck to canoe as much of the Clinton River as possible, alone. These were delightful landscapes of mood and emotion. There is much more countryside to Michigan, beyond the industry most imagine when they hear the name.In May of 1979 I gained an Associates Degree in Science from Michigan Christian College, now called Rochester College. I didn’t know where I’d further my education but knew I couldn’t afford it. I worked as a cook to pay the bills and as a security guard at night to fund my junior year, watching the sunrise whilst “guarding.” but I just wasn’t getting ahead; real life and bills kept interfering. My artist friend Pete read a letter one night as we created a facehugger mask from the Alien movie from mutual friend Mark who I’d bicycled from Lansing to Mackinac on two Labor Day weekends. Mark was working in this fantasyland called “Jackson Hole, Wyoming” where upon leaving the trail above Teton Village he’d rolled and tumbled “almost all the way to the bottom,” whooping and hollering on the grassy slopes. Taking stock of my lack of savings, I’d asked my best friend if he’d mind if I tagged along when he moved to the oilfield in a different, more gritty part of Wyoming in the fall. The die was cast.I'm leavin' in the springtime,Won't be back till fallIf I can forget you,I might not come back at allOut where them chilly winds don't blowChilly Winds LyricsWe're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe. If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.https://www.lyrics.com/lyric/2710394/The+Kingston+Trio/Chilly+WindsSee, at the tender age of 20 I had things figured out; I’d tried love and lost and just didn’t know where to fit into this world. Aren’t most classic folk songs selfish, written from the perspective of ego?I'm a Rambler I'm a Gambler Lyrics - The Irish RoversI'm a rambler; I'm a gambler; I'm a long ways from home / And if you don't like me then leave me...https://www.flashlyrics.com/lyrics/the-irish-rovers/im-a-rambler-im-a-gambler-93If I’m completely objective, I could have stayed for family and even for love though I saw the trap there; the one who wanted me came with a lot of conditions including following her parents to Florida by the nineties. It was more convenient to dwell on where I’d utterly struck out, clinging to the label “misunderstood” or “unwanted” to justify a life of hedonism? “Too intense.” “Two roads diverged in a wood, and I…” (Frost) Utterly coincidentally, a young lady from Leonard who shared the last name with the poet is the one I couldn’t forget but who didn’t want me…It’s unfair to characterise folk music as a whole as selfish but I grew up feeling a sense of “terrible destiny,” mistakenly (Frank Herbert.) If nothing else, I didn’t want to be put into a little box made of ticky tacky (Pete Seeger) and I didn’t want to grow up “all the same” as everybody else. So, I’ll work my program here and own that I was selfish. But, here we are.Still, I remember the first mournful hints of autumn in the breeze swaying tall trees in late August, ore freighters plying the Detroit River as Smetana’s Moldau played in my head, a great blue heron soaring through canyons made of trees beside the river as turtles slipped in off logs ahead of my canoe to the tune of more Moldau, 5 km road races on Belle Isle or 10 kms downtown including through the old Tiger Stadium where the pennant was won in ‘67, Cobo Hall, fireworks seen from its roof, playing in the Pontiac Township swamps, venison summer sausage in crumbly brown bread beneath the moon, cold dark morning marching band practice, night skiing, an underground peat fire, a weak current in an electric fence that hadn’t seen horses for years, before the farm became a Chrysler proving ground, before all the roads became choked with traffic, all heading out of town, away from the community that used to be, where Cub Scouts stood with knees locked at the cemetery after the Memorial Day parade before going to the German Club grounds for real, crisp bratwurst in hoagies.Bicycling through Cross Village above Lake Michigan, ‘cross the Mighty Mac bridge, pasties, summer camp, the Huron-Clinton Metropark Authority, Greenfield Village and Henry Ford Museum, trips to Cedar Point, Albert E. Sleeper State Park cabins near Grindstone City - long gone, remains of a Garland iron stove near Rose City, its home long vanished, which reminds me ofThe World's Largest StoveWeighing 30,000 pounds, this monument represents Detroit's first industrial era.https://www.atlasobscura.com/places/the-world-s-largest-stove-detroit-michiganThen there’s:1 June, 2015The cotton candy pink glow in the night sky from the downriver steel mills brought back to remembrance in the fiction of Jeffrey Eugenides. My grandfather worked at Great Lakes Steel, back in another era, before we moved to the country, returning to hear their men’s chorus in “Industry Sings” on the stage of the Masonic Temple.Real Versus Fake Petoskey StonesReal Versus Fake Petoskey Stones and what you need to know before you buy.https://grandpashorters.com/real-versus-fake-petoskey-stones/There were sand dunes on Lakes Michigan and Huron. Fireflies, blueberry farms. Frankenmuth. A red plastic elephant key on a lanyard to turn in boxes at Royal Oak’s Detroit Zoo to hear about the animals before us. A ginormous HO scale train layout at the Michigan State Fair. The sun going down over Lake Huron as seen from the Pinery Provincial Park, mimicking the view from California’s coast. Fresh, warm doughnuts from the cider mill. The sound of a wolf howling on Isle Royale. When I was three weeks old, my mother and uncle took me from Hell to Paradise and then on to Christmas, all without leaving the state. The Soo Locks. Tahquamenon Falls. Cross country skiing. The Paint Creek Yacht Club down on Bob Seeger’s Main Street. Mr. B’s Bar burgers and Greek salads in Rochester.Pure Michigan Maple Sugar Candy & Leaf Candy for Sale | Kasza Sugar BushVisit Kasza Sugar Bush for Pure Maple Sugar Candy made in Shelby, MI. Our maple candies are perfect for a cup of coffee or any sweet tooth. Order Today!https://www.kaszasugarbush.com/product-category/pure-maple-candy/Guarding all night a Nike missile base turned community college campus where Seeger used to give free concerts, I listened to the Canadian Broadcast Corporation program “Eclectic Circus” with Alan McFee, the weather outlook for “Hamilton, Sudbury, Kitchener and Thunder Bay,” the nightly sign-off “Oh, Canada, our home and native land…Oh Canada we stand on guard for thee.”31 March, 2021 Grand Teton National ParkMichigan MornMichigan Morn There is gold in the eye of the morning, in Michigan where I was born; There is gold in the sky and the lakes and the trees; For a man with a will to believe what he sees; There is gold in the eye of the morn. There is gold in the sound of the morning, in Michigan where I was born; There is gold in the song and wherever it rings, The land where I stand shines with fine golden things; There is gold in the sound of the morn. There is gold in the touch of the morning, in Michigan where I was born; There is gold in the seed as it flows from my hand, In the honey and milk and the fruit of my land; There is gold in the touch of the morn. There is gold in the heart of the morning, in Michigan where I was born; There is gold in the smile of wild roses that grow At the roadside where I and my true lover go; There is gold in the heart of the morn; There is gold in the eye and the sound and the touch, And the heart of a Michigan morn. -- H. Owen Reed (from the opera, "Peter Homan's Dream")http://www.mystery.com/~gabe/Michigan_Morn.htmlNot long after landing in Casper Wyoming, I heard via atmospheric skip 760 AM WJR “broadcasting from the golden tower of the Fisher Building, the station my dad listened to before they went to news only format.And, I remembered, everything. Michigan is with me, forever. However, “Memories can never take you back, home, sweet, home, you can never go home, anymore…”https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/moodyblues/youcannevergohome.htmlApril, 1979, on “the farm”29 September, 1991

How about just keeping cool, let the heat die down, just be not dramatic about it, just talk an be friends? Who..knows? You get to know each other, find out youre not annoying, spiteful looking, actually kind and mellow dramatic, normal looking.He's probablu angry, needs to vent. I'm sure you need to vent to. Whatever..it is. Be pass aggressive, not hysterical and making a scene.You mightt come to find out that its outaide forces, neither one of you are mean to each other ot jealous and clingy and crazy whos spiteful looking.He will find out yourr psychic, you get a MRI in time. Who knows? There's evidence you're at home, he's impulsive, us banging on your parents door with you living in it.So, lets talk. You have 21 questions, i have answers for all of them.Lets get it off your chest since you're overwhelmed, pissed off.You communicate, I will express. I guarantee what you've been told was probably a lie, is fucking with your mind, heart.So, lets take it slow. You shouldnt ve listening to a third party anyways.If it bothers that much, there's ways to connect. Bang on the door . call my cell phone number. Find a direct way that's face to face.I guarantee you're making a fool out of yourself, the results aren't going to be. People are probably going to laugh at you, think you're stupid for over analyzing, making a big deal over something, its not even what you're thinking.Stupid reasons.. Like not going out with a person, getting mad that I'm screwing my ex, calling me names or other people, in not even in the house. In a witch.Its pretty embarrassing if its making a scene, people are looking at you.. Like Angela isn't cheating on you.She's not even going out with you. Your friends are backing you up like bask, joc.. And they told you that Angela isn't with chuck.Angela has been single since 2005. Her last ex was Zach, not chuck again. An even if Angela was messing with chuck..who cares. She's not even going out with you.He thinks he's chuck too, thinks he's the one or something..Angela hasn't even met you yet, you want to shoot me or choke me in the house.How about just cutting off the connection, being glue to the house. This heart break isn't even real, its delusional.He threaten to burn the house, threaten my ex chuck with hanging him. He's actually banging amber who's pretending to speak for me, be me.How long do we have to go through this? Chuck from sum 41 bc you look dumb, I really want to get out the house. Lol.Its annoying, spiteful looking. I keep saying I'm in sun city florida, you've become a watcher, glue to the house with chuck in it.You've become obsessed with my third eye being stuck to the house bc its paranormal.I mean..really let it go. My psychic Joanne said not to run for you for help anyways. Lol. She said to run to shadys clan which is gang members to get rid of the beef. The problems.He's just making it worse, becoming a distraction in the way. Its been 3 yrs he's been balancing with the house. I haven't came once inside the house. Joanne told you.. About the astral projecting guys, ripping wall paper down inside my house.Its spiteful looking. You keep fighting with chuck, he keeps messing, lying to you. Same with the other chuck that's my sister's ex who's psychic Dan.He's not even my psychic, he doesn't even like me.The band members told him to get off the house. Jason is way sensitive, wants to fight back.You gave my ex your phone number, he doesn't even like me, you believe in seeing him. Why aren't you lisyening to Steven the universeSteven interview me, asked me..if I'm with chuck. Joanne has telepathy, same with that Dan guy, spike for Joanne, the house read it out loud..yo where my clairaudience can hear it.3 psychics were involved with Steven interview on me.He asked if I'm seeing chuck, I said no. I'm not seeking nick either.Chuck dumped me in high school. In just stuck listening to his mouth. The psychic Dan is reading me, spying on me..that's why.You liked Me from 2015, won't drop the house, let it go.Its 2020 now, almost 2021. I'm waiting for the drama to end, yelling.So..this is coming to a end, its spiteful looking and using you againSt at me.State your purpose upfront. Its annoying me, other people.Love,Angela