January 9, 2013.
An opening to a Story that just has "re-written itself."
The facts happened in the 1990’s.
This Story is about two children who were very mechanically talented.
His name was Zachary Saull. My name is Donald John Wesley.
God gave him 5 sons and one was named Vincent. God gave me 3 sons.
I first met Vincent, when he had already retired from his work at McGill University; it was at his front door.
My sister had just found this reasonable address, the night before; just maybe we thought.
I needed some information and had knocked on his door to see if he could help me.
It took a few moments before he answered.
“Yes” he said “I am busy, on the phone with my daughter in Calgary.”
He was clearly annoyed. I was sorry to have interrupted him.
“Just wait” he said.
I replied, “Thank Sir, I’m looking for somebody!
I waited at the closed front door for minutes. It was an old English ivy-covered home.
I was wondering, but undeterred by his abruptness. He was old I thought and maybe cranky too.
He returned and asked “who are you looking for?”
I paused silently and replied with few words as possible; I knew I was about to be emotional.
I withdrew a file folder from my briefcase, not unlike a front door salesman, and opened it to reveal an old enlarged “passport picture.”
His breath choked for a fraction of a second, and then it released the words, “That’s my father!”
My reply exploded as if too deny; “That’s my father too.”
Words like honey poured from Vincent into a grace filled message “Dad has sent you.”
“Are you mechanical?” he asked, as if to need verification.
I replied instantly and with undeniable confidence “Yes, very!”
“You, he said, look just like Dad.”
We embraced; as true brothers. A new life story never known to me was revealed. There is good and conflict to be seen.
You may find the whole story amazing.
Zachary Saull is my biological father.
He and my Mother Helen Kerr were together for over seven years.