By Admin 
A Chance Meeting Reunites a Father and Son After Decades. John had been a quiet, familiar customer in my office for years. One day, I casually mentioned an upcoming trip to Vietnam with my girlfriend. His expression changed instantly.
“I was there,” he said softly. “During the fall of Saigon. I helped load orphans onto planes.”
My heart stopped—I was one of those orphans, adopted from Vietnam as a baby.
John’s eyes filled with tears. “Then I might have held you.”
We talked for hours. He described the chaos, the fear, the children. Then he revealed something he’d hidden for decades:
“I had a child in Saigon. A son. His name was Bao.”
He showed me an old photo of himself, a Vietnamese woman named Linh, and their baby. They had been separated during the war, and he never found them again—until now. I offered to help.
While in Vietnam, I worked with a local archivist. After weeks of searching, we found a man named Bao—same name, mother named Linh, and a story that matched John’s. When I met him, I showed him the photo. He was stunned. “My mother always told me about him,” he said. “She said he tried to stay.”
I called John. “I think I’ve found your son.”
A week later, John flew to Vietnam. When he and Bao met, they embraced, both overwhelmed with emotion after nearly 50 years apart. They shared stories, tears, and photos. John saw a picture of Linh, now gone, and said, “I never stopped loving her.”
As I left Vietnam, they were planning their first trip to America—father and son, finally reunited. And I left with this truth: love has a way of finding its way back—no matter how much time has passed.