A dragon is born.

I was born in Montreal to a beautiful and powerful single mother, at noon, on August 6 1968. She told me she met my father on vacation in Bermuda, and that one thing they had in common was a broken heart. What I remember is that it was a sad story. My mother had just lost her great love, and my father was a soldier leaving for Vietnam the next morning. That's pretty much all I got. I wish I had more details for you, but it's one of those things that will forever remain a mystery. That's a lot more than I had growing up! I don't even remember being curious about it, well, maybe a bit about my father and his work. Interestingly enough, what I was hoping for the most was having a twin sister. I was pretty lonely at times...

My father went to war, and my mother returned home, pregnant. After some soul searching, her decision was to give me a better life than what she thought she could provide me with, or so she thought! She nursed me, named me, I was baptized and sent to a new home. I was never to see her again until years later whenI took the steps to find her. Unlike many children, I didn't grow up with the story of my birth whispered in my ear to rock me to sleep. Instead, I was told by my new mother about the miraculous day her and my father found me…

It was no surprise to hear that I was born a ginger, actually it's one of the things that make a lot of sense in my life. I'm so intense, that somedays I'd swear a dragon birthed me. I am not entirely sure if it is due to planetary alignment or a very challenging childhood, but there is no denying the fire in my belly. Apparently I was pretty miserable right from the start when I was brought home. It must have been hard for everyone involved. It's always lovely to hear about a childless family who finally get their wish come true, but you have to wonder about the natural mom and what she has to do in order to cope for such a loss.