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22 Years

July 16, 2017

Funny that 22 is Steven’s favourite number. There are 22 boxes in Deal or No Deal. Manuel took 22 rolls of toilet paper up to Mrs Richards’ room in Fawlty Towers.

Yesterday, we had an amazing coincidence that spans 22 years of Steven’s life.

A few months back I was approached by the quarterly journal PMLD Link. They had read my blog post about the review of the Deprivation of Liberty Safeguards and wanted to reproduce it in their summer edition of the journal.

Last week, I got an email from the editor asking for my address so they could send me a copy of the published article.

It arrived yesterday. Turning to the inside page, it had a list of the key personnel in the production of the journal. The first name rang a bell and the town where he lives rang an even louder bell.

It was the headteacher of the first school Steven went to prior to his adoption. Steven only went there for the first year and then he moved South to live with us.

I emailed the chap and I was right, it was Steven’s old headmaster. He hadn’t made the link when he published my piece, obviously because Steven had a different surname back when he knew him. He told me that Steven’s class teacher from 22 years ago is still at the school but Steven’s favourite music teacher retired a few years back.

It reminded me of a very moving moment we had during the week of introductions in Steven’s home town. We had been to the school the day before and met all the staff and Steven’s friends. The next day we took Steven to a Burger King for lunch. Sitting at one of the tables was the music teacher and several of Steven’s classmates. Steven dashed over to their table and proceeded to hit each one on the head as he excitedly pointed out: “Steven’s new Daddy”. The music teacher was in tears as he had never heard Steven string three words together before.

22 years. How time flies.

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4 Comments
  1. Frannie permalink

    ❤️❤️

  2. Pauline Thomas permalink

    Just think Mark that little boy wearing the water wings could have been locked away in an ATU and medicated up to the eyeballs to feel nothing see nothing and to sleep all day. Thank god you saved him.

  3. Sylvia Barnard permalink

    I worked and and still work in the office at his school. This is an amazing story

    • Wow Sylvia. That’s even more of a wonderful coincidence. I’ll tell Steven. He’s got a memory like an elephant, so I’m sure he’ll remember you.

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