Stories like this always make me giddy for some unknown reason. But, Candace Eloph spent a lifetime searching for her half-brother, who was given up for adoption in 1977, with no luck.
And then she moved into a house in Shrevesport, LA and began talking to her neighbor Jamie Wheat one day.
“We were sitting one day, talking, and she said, ‘You know what? I had a brother born January 27, 1977, that was adopted,'” Wheat said. “I was like, I’m adopted.”
Surprised, Eloph mentioned that her mother was 16 at the time. His mother was 16, too, Wheat replied.
All the details fit, and Cottrell and Wheat decided to take a DNA test.
The results: There’s a 99.995 percent probability that the two are related.
But this is the best part.
Added his adoptive father, Ted Wheat: “It was just surprising that they lived across the street from us for two-and-a-half years. When they told us, we said, ‘This is the greatest news it could be.'”
Surprised isn’t quite the word I would use to describe finding your long-lost sibling for the past 30 years has been living next door unbeknownst to you. I don’t know what the word is, but I’m guessing it’s closer to “great-oogly-moogly!”