It was November 24th 1976. It was snowing and I found out my 16 year old girlfriend was at Fitzimmons Army Medical Center giving birth to our son. I raced there as fast as I could to be there with her. I was 15. We were so young and so full of dreams but we came to the right decision to give him up for adoption. We got to see him, hold him, cradle him and tell him that we would never forget him. We've grown up and led our lives seperately now for over 30 years. I'll be 47 this year. He'll be 32. I really need to find him. My life has always had an emptiness and I know he is the reason. I have not had any children of my own since that day. My name is Jerry McNulty. If anyone can help me find him or guide me in the right direction, I would be eternally grateful. I am not looking to disrupt his life. Only to meet him and perhaps give him some insight to who he is. I've loved him from the first time I saw him. I still have his picture with me.
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