As you read this epic tale of long-lost family and blood that's thicker than distance, let your mind wander across the ocean.
Spin the globe and point your finger to stop on Ireland. Inch it over to Dublin to be more precise.
Now picture a crowded auditorium. A cast of hundreds turned out for Dublin's radio event of the season.
Imagine a talented tenor onstage above countless adoring faces, uncontrollably tapping their toes and clapping wildly, overcome with infectious Christmas cheer.
Now the crowd goes absolutely still as the host for the evening asks the tenor, John, what he will sing next. John asks if he can do a solo, a song he has loved since he was just a child. With great emotion, he belts out the words to "Bernadette." When he hits the last note and the cheers die down, the host asks why he is so beloved of that song.
He answers that for a long time, he could not explain why that song was his favorite.
Then he tells the crowd the story of his childhood. Of being in a home where his parents could not care for him. Of bouncing around to various foster homes. And blessedly, of being adopted out to a wonderful family. But of wondering, his whole life, if he'd ever see his birth family again.
With smiles and tears, he tells the audience that he recently reached out to his adoption agency to see if he had any living family. His parents and an older sister had unfortunately died but the agency had located his younger sister. A woman named, unbelievably, Bernadette.
All along she'd been living in the United States and wondering every day of her 50 years about her family, too. She and her brother contacted their adoption agency at nearly the same time and were thrilled to learn about one another. Many phone calls and emails later, they both feel a huge void in their lives has been filled.
The host asks if John and Bernadette have plans to meet soon. John replies that God willing, they would sometime next year. The hosts asks what he would say to his sister if he saw her today. Then, interrupting, he instructs him to say it to her now.
John begins to speak, but falters, seeing a woman, radiant but unsteady on her feet, making her way up the center aisle.
Bernadette.
Insert your own vision of a surprising and teary reunion here -- the joy and love that has been building their whole lives and especially since they discovered one another? It's all going on right now as you read this....
The Dublin radio station sponsoring the concert heard about John's story and got in touch with Bernadette to see if they could fly her and her husband over as a surprise to her brother. All she could think to ask was "Why would you do this for us?"
And the producer's quick answer? "If I were in your shoes, I would want it done for me."
Bernadette and John. We here in America are thinking of you and praying for you and are thrilled to share in your Christmas miracle tonight.
I'm so excited and honored to be the first media outlet in the world to be able to publish this big scoop. A big thanks to my sister-in-law Cindy for the tip! But seriously folks, if this story doesn't move you, or at least melt a little frost off ya, you might need an emotional transplant. What a great way to kick off our final week of advent. Cindy, if you hear from Bernie, let us know and we'll share some more details of her journey!
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That is sweet! I can picture Bernadette sitting in the audience while John sang that song. No wonder she was unsteady on her feet!!
Oh my goodness, how wonderful! A terrific post, Meg. Thank you for sharing this with all of us!
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