Day of searching for Adoption Records

Today had many ups and downs. I walked into a place that hasn't changed in 36 years on the outside. The moment I walked in, It was emotional because THIS was the place it all began, where I would leave Colombia and travel to the USA. Walking down the halls my thoughts raced of my mom and dad who would take me home with them. I remember feeling the initial sense of defeat as the 1st person turned us away because in their system it showed i had just 3 days prior opened up my information request. Thankfully though, last September 17th I had reached out to Bienestar and had kept my email, which then allowed me to be seen by the records department. The doors kept opening, and someone promised me they would find my files. I left with a sense of hope that they would look, only to return to find out that the search hadn't been done and the lady had left for lunch. Had I not left though, I wouldn't have gone to the television station, and on the lower level of the building met a lawyer who drafted a petition for information request on my behalf. God provided because without it I wouldn't have been allowed access to my own records I later found out I remember feeling the sense of hope as I learned the truth about Hogar en Transito from a man who had worked there for 42 years. I received the address last fall from a girl who lives in seattle. Evidently the place i went to today, has only been around for 5 years and so I was almost turned away again. The trip to Hogar en Transito was beneficial though. Because he gave me the information of the location where I was kept for over a year. He even made an interesting comment about upon leaving you were escorted with another young boy who was adopted to america the same day. I also received some new records which reveals a name of the director of the orphanage I stayed at. I remember the feeling of hope, that perhaps there would be a police report so i could go back to and search the area and canvas it with posters some day. Then back to another feeling low and hurt realizing there was nothing of the sort, which included no hospital report to help verify the papers I now possess. Seeing my parents signatures made me tear up as well. It was wonderful seeing eveything there and my thoughts turned to fellow adoptees who are also seeking there own truths. I thanked God because I know some have been turned away or left empty handed. This was my story of today. God is so good despite not receiving a lot of answers. He provided in miraculous ways. He knew I needed a translator and so last week when I left Buga, at the Cali airport, I met a girl who was willing to be a translator for me. Interestingly enough, the conversation only lasted for 2 minutes because she had a flight to catch. In addition the only reason she was in Medellin was because her brother was participating at an international track meet being held here. Along the way we shared the gospel and evangelized the guards. Who also nearly turned us away before we met Pancho. Many lives will be touched by today. I will never forget it. Though it didn't turn out as I had hoped, it brought some closure and healing being back here in Medellin. I saw Gods refreshing waters flowing over me in my hurt and in my joy, it is bitter sweet, today is ending, but my search will continue.