I kind of got a kick of out this thread, Breakup, and pool has sure come full circle for me because of a recent incident.
Many moons ago in 1954, I was born. My birth mother was very poor and had three other children to look after, and according to her, she was feeding them sugar water because she could not afford baby food. She contacted an attorney to help her with adoption services. If abortion had been legal, I am sure I would not be here.
As it turned out, the lawyer and his wife did not have any children. They were both in their fifties, but decided to adopt me, and there began the JAM legacy!
I did not find out I was adopted until I was about 10 or 11 years of age, and it was an accident that I did find out, but that's another story. My parents, the ones I grew up with, will always be my mother and father. Over the years, my birth mother and me have had an on-again/off-again relationship. She is still alive, and my parents are deceased.
You're probably wondering where I'm going with this story, but here comes the full-circle part. My birth mother is currently in her seventies and is bed-ridden. She has all of her mental faculties, but she cannot walk on her own. So, after a several-year hiatus of not seeing her because of personal reasons I won't go into on the forum, a close relative talked me into paying her a visit in Virginia. And so off we went, me full of mixed feelings about the whole deal.
When we arrived, my heart was pounding hard, and I wasn't looking forward to the awkwardness of it all, but I tried to put my feelings on the back burner and entered her bedroom. I had no idea how in the world we were going to be able to have a pleasant colloquy, me not having seen her for some time, and I was not comfortable.
I walked in, and then my eyes did a double-take. There was Kevin Trudeau by her bedside on the cover of a book, "Natural Cures." I thought this sure is coincidental for this book to be in her room upon my arrival.
My birth mother's father was a full-blooded Cherokee, and as such, she has always believed in and sought after any and all alternative treatments for what has ailed her throughout life. Somehow or another, that book broke the ice between me and my birth mother, helping us to enjoy our visit, and now the IPT, thanks to Kevin Trudeau, will end up playing a prominent role in my pool life. Is it fate, irony, or just a coincidence? I'm not sure, but pool has come full circle for me.
JAM