Benjamin Button Beginnings?

I recently discovered that as an adopted child I did not have any photographs of myself.  This didn’t bother me until I discovered my lack  of desire to be in photographs.  I became sad as I was reflecting upon the years and noticed even as an adult I tried to stay out of pictures; now I wished I had been in them.  Though I was adopted as a high schooler and had a few pictures, they had burned up in my adopted families fire leaving me with nothing.  I have always known my birth grandmother; she had been a steady force in my life.  One day, I was crying and telling her that I do not have a clue of what I looked like as a child.  I wondered a couple of different things; one, did I look anything like my children? and two, did I look anything like what I look like today?

She told me that she would look for some pictures that might have been packed in storage.  The following day, my grandmother called me.  She had talked with my estranged biological father and he had some childhood pictures for me.   We decided the most efficient way to share them would be on Facebook.  So yet another redemptive factor in favor of Facebook and the unique way technology has changed my life.  So essentially another day passed with the scales slightly tilted in favor of keeping the  Facebook account open. :)