Last one for the while
By ElicBxn
@ElicBxn (63233)
United States
October 6, 2016 12:47am CST
This isn't my last discussion, but my last Mary Pearl one.
I've talked about my former job where I worked with the Voluntary Adoption Registry in Texas.
I think I've also talked about this one lady who made one co-worker cry, another so angry she threw and broke her phone and my supervisor discovered that if you didn't say the actual word "no" you could get her to talk reasonably.
Then there was the day that I talked to her.
What it was that she wanted one of her adopted sons' records opened to try and discover if there had been something genetic going on.
Now, Elic isn't my real name, but my real name is also not the most common. And maybe she recognized my "yankee" accent and asked if I were related to my mother.
I said yes.
She then explained who she was and why she wanted these records opened.
Her elder adopted son had shot and killed her younger one, and shot and injured his own son. Then followed a several hour stand off that ended up with his setting his house on fire and killing himself.
I really have no memory of the elder son, but her younger one had been a friend of my brother's for a while before they moved.
So, I explained what and why we couldn't just open these records while I opened up the computer program that we had on the records.
Upon looking at the information on the screen, I said: "You adopted him in the 53rd District Court."
"Yes," she said.
I'm sure she already knew that.
"That's Mary Pearl's court, I'm sure she would open those records for you," I continued.
Before they had moved, Mary Pearl had also been a neighbor.
I then explained she needed to be very specific about asking our unit to open these records, and not just the birth certificate.
After she got off the phone, I filled out the "call log" that the unit kept to keep track of the various work related phone calls.
My supervisor saw who had called, and saw my response. She explained who she was and how the others had reacted to her.
She then told me that from then on, this lady was my problem. In fact, she called the unit together and explained that if she were to ever call again, they were to transfer the call to me.
And, sure enough, Mary Pearl opened those records and when the lady came to pick up the unsealed records, everyone else hid in the supervisor's office while I gave her the envelope containing the information.
Honestly, I thought that was going to be the end of that, but several years later she had Mary Pearl open those records for the mother of her grandson.
Again, everyone made themselves scarce while I dealt with her.
I would've probably just let her have my copy of the information, but that wasn't my call after all.
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