The Letter

May 12, 2006

Good morning, Mr. Burns,

My name is Christian Michael. I’m an Air Force Public Affairs Specialist, currently stationed in Virginia. I will soon separate after six years of military service to finish my college education and start a new life.
I’m only 23, but I’ve experienced a lot. I’ve been poor, lived well, met many people and made many friends, lived on every major U.S. coast, have loved, lost and learned a few things along the way. I’ve lived in so many places, made so many friends, have seen much, and, God willing, I will see much, much more.
I’m a blessed young man. God has graced me with a strong voice, skilled in accents, voices and in song. I recently completed the rough draft of my first novel and my current job is as a staff writer for one of the best base newspapers in the Air Force. I take care of myself well, and I enjoy the life I lead. I am content with my life, and am grateful for it.
Despite the great life I see ahead of me, there is an element that I still feel the need to explore before I continue further. This element is an important part of my life I want to see fulfilled, an element that I have sought dedicatedly for the past eight years.
I write this letter because you are seemingly the end of my search.
I have never met my father, but my mother, Mary Crosby, has told me many things about him. Brian, son of Bob and Elaine with two sisters and a brother, worked with my mother at WBIA in Augusta, Ga. She described him as very tall, blonde with blue eyes, quite vocally gifted and very charming, if a bit reserved. She never spoke ill of him, and often told me how much I favored him, even to the same dimpled chin.
He and my mother were together Labor Day weekend, 1981. I was born almost nine months later on May 28, 1982. She has never been anything but upfront and honest regarding anything about my father, giving me one name each time I asked who he was: Brian Carter Burns.
Almost two years ago I ran across a profile for a passé reporter for KLFY 10 in Louisiana by the name of Brian Burns, whose picture portrayed a large blonde man with blue eyes and the same dimpled chin. My mother saw the picture and confirmed my suspicion that my search might be over.
However, the profile spoke of a wife with a child on the way. I was not going to disrespect this moment in their lives on the hope of finding my father, and so I waited. When I checked back after a period of time, I found he had moved on. I waited again and after another search, found that he had moved to the city of Beaumont, Texas, and was now working for Channel 12.
I do not seek to turn back time, nor do I seek to turn your world upside down. What I do seek can be kept between you and me until such time you see fit to tell anyone else. However you choose to take this information, I ask one thing from you: one meeting, me and you, face to face. I will come to you in your time and your location. I am open to any form of communication you need between now and then, as well – phone or e-mail.
I ask you not to dismiss this letter. From one man to another, I come seeking the truth, and my father. I will wait for your response.

Sincerely,



Christian Johnathan Michael

About Me

My e-mail
Christian.Michael@mac.com

My profile
www.myspace.com/farmarlin

My music
www.myspace.com/christianmichael1

My skills and pictures
homepage.mac.com/christian.michael/cjm/photoalbum6.html

My cell phone
757-618-4510


Contact me anytime, day or night, when you’re prepared to talk.