Who Am I?

Wow...Sounds like a movie by Jackie Chan...but seriously...Who am I? Was always told that I was adopted by my adopted parents...Great I know I'm adopted...I know where I was born and the generalized date of my birth...

But here's the rub...When I went to get a passport back in the 70's I had trouble getting one because...GASP...My birth certificate was signed some 20 odd days later...Or something to that effect...

So there in lies the question...Is my Birthday August 24, 1951...Or somewhere in between?...I've even gone so far as to ask the hospital about births on that day...WOW no baby girls born on August 24, 1951...WTF?

Meh...Born at New Grace Hospital in Detroit Michigan...back in the stone ages August of 1951...My adopted family is great...I have since lost my parents...And yes I'm sure most of you have put together the fact that yes I'm in my 50's...58 to be specific...and are wondering why I have waited so long to really start looking...

Answer is simple...I swore never to look while my parents were alive...I did not want to hurt them by looking...Them thinking that they had failed as parents or what not...I have a child of my own...She is 30 now with a son of her own...I want to be able to tell my family about their heritage...Medical problems...The works...I'd like to be able to give my daughter a "family" that consists of more then just her mom...Boring ole mom...

My adopted father is Murry Peek...He was a Detroit Police Officer when I was born and my adopted mother Elsie Peek helped to deliver me (a RN at the hospital)...My supposed birth parents last name was Adams (addams or any variation there in)...

I'll write more as the...Urge hits...