Sunday, June 19, 2011

My Brush With Fatherhood

Several years ago, I was awakened from my sleep early one Saturday morning.  It just after 8 am so I was still pretty groggy.  The conversation though woke me up real fast. 
ME:  "Hello."

CALLER:  "Hello, is this Mr. Ogden?" 

ME:  "Yes."

CALLER:  "Is this Paul Ogden."

ME:  "Yes."

CALLER:  "My name is Melissa.  I'm your daughter."

ME:  "Huh?"

CALLER:   "I'm you're daughter.  You put me up for adoption when I was born and I tracked you down."

ME:  "You sure you have the right person?"

CALLER:  "Yes,  Paul Ogden.  You live in Indianapolis."

ME:  "Yes, that's right.  How old are you?"

CALLER:  "I'm 21."

ME:  "Well I'm only 27.  I don't remember what I was doing at six that well, but I'm pretty sure you have the wrong Paul Ogden."

CALLER:  "Sorry." 
Like that she hung up and my daughter, Melissa, was out of my life forever.

3 comments:

Cato said...

Well, Kentucky is right across the bridge from your hometown...

Paul K. Ogden said...

How true it is.

It really makes me mad that Melissa never remembers me on Father's Day. Not even a lousy card.

guy77money said...

A Classic story! Or as the British would say Brilliant!