Man Who Was Adopted 60 Years Ago Learns He Has 4 Carbon Copies

A 60-year-old man is shocked when a perfect stranger walks up to him in a restaurant and calls him a cheater — and discovers he has several siblings.

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Phillip Granger decided he must have one of those common faces because as far back as he could remember, people had been coming up to him and mistaking him for other men.

It wasn’t much of a consolation that his wife thought him handsome when everyone seemed to think he was commonplace. Things came to a head when Phillip was 60 years old and out to dinner with his wife.

Phillip and Mara were out to dinner celebrating a business deal that she’d pulled off at one of their favorite restaurants. He was holding his wife’s hand and leaning over to kiss her when a woman suddenly walked up to them.

“So you had to work tonight?” she screamed. “You had an emergency surgery? You CHEAT! We are over!” She dashed her glass of wine on Phillip’s face and walked off.

Phillip mopped up the red wine with his napkin and shook his head. “I’m sorry honey,” he said to Mara. “I don’t know what’s going on!” But Mara was on her feet and following the woman out of the restaurant.

Incredible things happen to ordinary people every day.

“Excuse me,” Mara said when she caught up with the woman. “Please, can you tell me what’s going on?”

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Phillip and his wife were having dinner when something extraordinary happened. | Source: Pexels

Phillip and his wife were having dinner when something extraordinary happened. | Source: Pexels

“Who are you?” the woman asked angrily. “His girlfriend?”

“No,” Mara replied. “I’m his wife.”

“He’s MARRIED?” the woman cried. “I swear it’s the last time I date a doctor! Dr. Ralf Gois! I should have known!”

“My husband’s name is Phillip Granger,” Mara said. “And he’s not a doctor.”

"You CHEAT! We are over!" | Source: Unsplash

“You CHEAT! We are over!” | Source: Unsplash

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The woman looked embarrassed. “Oh my God!” she gasped. “But he looks EXACTLY like Ralf! Like a twin!” By the time the woman left, Mara had Dr. Ralf Gois’ phone number.

“Listen, Phil,” she said. “This is very strange. That woman said this Ralf looks exactly like you, like a twin. You were adopted, so maybe this guy IS your twin.”

Phillip was excited. He’d grown up in a loving home, but his life had always felt empty as if something was missing — and now the idea of a twin seemed to somehow ring a chime in his heart. That was what was missing! A sibling!

“He may be just a lookalike,” Phillip protested, but he allowed Mara to talk him into phoning Ralf and setting up a meeting. “Hello,” he said. “You don’t know me, my name is Phillip Granger, and I think we look alike…”

Phillip discovered he looked exactly like a man called Ralf Gois. | Source: Unsplash

Phillip discovered he looked exactly like a man called Ralf Gois. | Source: Unsplash

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That very afternoon, Phil and Ralf met and it was like looking into a mirror. They were identical, and after a short conversation, they discovered that they were both adopted, born at the same hospital on the same day!

The two men couldn’t stop laughing and crying and hugging each other. Ralf had never married, his parents were deceased, and finding a brother was a dream come true.

Then Ralf said, “Hey Phil, we can find our mother! We were born at the hospital where I work, and I know they’ve put all their records into the computers…All I have to do is punch in our birth date!”

The two men rushed to the hospital where Ralf led his newfound twin to his office and accessed the hospital records. “Easy as pie,” he cried excitedly, then Phil saw his brother’s face turn white as snow.

At the hospital, Ralf accessed the birth records. | Source: Unsplash

At the hospital, Ralf accessed the birth records. | Source: Unsplash

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“Ralf?” he asked. “Are you OK? Did you find her?” Ralf looked up at Phil with huge glazed eyes and nodded dumbly. “Come on, what’s her name?” Phil cried impatiently.

“Janet Corbin,” he whispered. “But Phil…”

“That’s great!” Phil said grinning. “So what’s the problem?”

“There’s five of us…” Ralf gasped. “FIVE!”

They discovered that there were five of them. | Source: Unsplash

They discovered that there were five of them. | Source: Unsplash

Phil and Ralf took a selfie together and put it on their Instagram accounts, told their story, and appealed to anyone who thought they looked like someone they knew to come forward: “Help us find our brothers!”

The messages flooded in and soon Ralf and Phil met Tom and Gordon — and their reunion was incredible. They were all identical! Mara told Phil that seeing him with his brothers made her feel dizzy.

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“Mara,” Phil said quietly. “I’ve never felt so happy or complete in my life — but there’s still one of us missing!”

The four brothers took another selfie and repeated their appeal, and by then, their story had gone national with TV stations calling them for interviews. Then one evening, the missing brother appeared, but he wasn’t alone.

The four brothers were having dinner when the doorbell rang | Source: Unsplash

The four brothers were having dinner when the doorbell rang | Source: Unsplash

Ralf, Phil, Tom, and Gordon were having dinner at Phil’s house when the doorbell rang and Mara got up to answer it. She came back with a huge smile on her face.

“Who was it?” asked Phil.

“Actually,” said Mara, “it’s you…” and she stepped aside so the four men could see the last quintuple, who was exactly like his brothers. “This is David…”

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David walked into the middle of his brothers, but he wasn’t alone. By his side was a tiny elderly woman. “This,” David said, “is mom.”

The quintuplets were reunited with their mother. | Source: Unsplash

The quintuplets were reunited with their mother. | Source: Unsplash

The woman had tears in her eyes. “I’m Janet Corbin,” she said. “And I’m so sorry, so sorry…”

Janet explained that she’d been just 16 when she’d fallen pregnant, and when she gave birth to quintuplets, she was terrified.

Janet’s mother had pressured her into giving away four of the babies and keeping one to raise, and so she did — but she had never forgotten her sons. Now, after nearly sixty years, her family was reunited, and her sons were healed.

What can we learn from this story?

  • Family is the most important thing in the world. Phillip had always felt that something was missing from his life until he found his brothers.
  • Incredible things happen to ordinary people every day. Phil had never imagined something so extraordinary could happen to him — until it did!

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A Stranger Volunteered to Hold My Grandson at the Laundromat — His Next Action Left Me Breathless

When my washing machine broke while I was babysitting my grandson, I reluctantly headed to the laundromat. A kind stranger offered to help by holding the baby while I sorted clothes. Grateful, I accepted, but when I turned around minutes later, I saw something that made my blood run cold.

I’d been counting down the days, practically bursting with excitement. My first weekend alone with little Tommy, my precious grandson. At 58, I thought I’d seen it all, done it all. But nothing could have prepared me for the rollercoaster of emotions that lay ahead.

The day finally arrived. Sarah, my daughter, and her husband Mike pulled up in their sensible SUV, packed to the brim with what looked like enough baby gear to stock a small daycare.

“Mom, you sure you’re gonna be okay?” Sarah asked for what felt like the millionth time, her brow furrowed with that new-mom worry I remembered all too well.

I waved her off with a confident smile. “Honey, I raised you, didn’t I? We’ll be just fine. Now scoot! You two deserve this break.”

As they drove away, I turned to Tommy, nestled in my arms, his tiny fingers curled around my thumb. “It’s just you and me now, little man,” I cooed. “We’re gonna have the best time.”

I had it all planned out: cuddles, bottles, naps, and playtime, all neatly scheduled. What could possibly go wrong?

Famous last words.

It started with a gurgle. Not the adorable baby kind, but the ominous rumble of my ancient washing machine giving up the ghost.

I stared at the growing puddle on my laundry room floor, surrounded by a mountain of tiny onesies and burp cloths.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered, feeling my perfect weekend plans crumble. Tommy chose that moment to unleash an impressive spit-up all over his last clean outfit.

I took a deep breath. “Okay, Grammy’s got this. We’ll just pop down to the laundromat. No big deal, right?”

Oh, how wrong I was.

The local laundromat was a relic from the ’80s, all buzzing fluorescent lights and the acrid smell of too much detergent.

I juggled Tommy, the diaper bag, and an overflowing laundry basket, feeling like I was performing some sort of demented circus act.

“Need a hand there, ma’am?”

I turned to see a man about my age, all salt-and-pepper hair and a grandfatherly smile.

Under normal circumstances, I might have politely declined. But with Tommy starting to fuss and my arms about to give out, that offer of help was too tempting to resist.

“Oh, would you mind? Just for a moment while I get this started,” I said, relief flooding through me.

He reached for Tommy, his weathered hands gentle as he cradled my grandson. “No trouble at all. Reminds me of when my own were little.”

I turned to the washing machine, fumbling with quarters and detergent pods. The familiar motions were soothing, and I found myself relaxing. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

That’s when I felt it. A prickle at the back of my neck, a sudden silence that felt oppressive. I glanced back, more out of instinct than any genuine concern.

My heart stopped.

Tommy, my precious baby grandson, had something bright and colorful in his tiny mouth. A Tide pod. And that “helpful” stranger? He was just standing there, smiling like everything was fine.

“No!” The scream tore from my throat as I lunged forward, my hands shaking so badly I could barely grab Tommy.

I pried the pod from his mouth, my mind reeling with horrible possibilities. What if I hadn’t turned around? What if he’d swallowed it?

I turned back to the strange man in a fury.

“What were you thinking?” I yelled at the man, clutching Tommy to my chest. “Don’t you know how dangerous these are?”

He just shrugged, that infuriating smile still in place. “Kids put everything in their mouths. No harm done.”

“No harm done? Are you mad?” I snatched up a detergent pod and thrust it toward him. “Here, why don’t you eat one then and we’ll see how it agrees with you!”

The man raised his hands and backed away. “What? No ways. It’s not like he got any, he was just nibbling on the edge…”

“Nibble on the edge then!” I snapped. I was practically stuffing the pod in his mouth at this point, I was so angry!

“Leave me alone, you crazy Karen!” The man tugged the pod from my fingers and threw it aside. “Fine thanks I’m getting for trying to help you.”

I wanted to shake him, to make him understand the gravity of what could have happened. I may well have done something crazy too, but Tommy was crying now, big hiccuping sobs that matched the frantic beating of my heart.

“You, are an absolute menace!” I yelled at the man as I started grabbing my things. “And an idiot, too, if you think it’s harmless to let kids chew on whatever they put in their mouths.”

I snatched up the washing basket, not caring about the wet clothes left behind or the quarters wasted.

All that mattered was getting Tommy out of there, away from that clueless man and his careless disregard for a baby’s safety.

The drive home was a blur. Tommy’s cries from the backseat felt like an accusation. How could I have been so stupid? So careless?

I’d handed my grandson over to a complete stranger, all because I was too proud to admit I might need more help than I’d thought.

Back home, I collapsed onto the couch, Tommy held tight against me. He was still crying, and I couldn’t help wondering if he’d swallowed some of the chemicals after all.

My hands were still shaking as I took out my phone and called my doctor. I couldn’t stop the tears that came, hot and heavy, when the receptionist picked up.

“Miss Carlson?” I sobbed. “This is Margo. Please, can I speak to Dr. Thompson? It’s urgent.”

The receptionist quickly put me through, and I explained everything to Dr. Thompson. He asked me a series of questions, like whether Tommy was vomiting or experiencing any trouble breathing.

“No, none of that, doctor,” I replied.

“It seems like you got lucky then, Margo,” he replied, “but keep a close eye on that grandson of yours and get him to the hospital immediately if he starts wheezing, coughing, or vomiting, okay?”

I promised I would, thanked Dr. Thompson, and ended the call. His words had given me some relief, but the “what ifs” kept playing through my mind like some horrible movie I couldn’t turn off.

What if I hadn’t looked back in time? What if Tommy had swallowed that pod? What if, what if, what if…

As the adrenaline faded, exhaustion set in. But even as my body begged for rest, my mind wouldn’t quiet.

The weight of responsibility I’d taken on hit me full force. This wasn’t like babysitting for a few hours. This was a whole weekend where I was solely responsible for this tiny, precious life.

I looked down at Tommy, now sleeping peacefully against my chest, unaware of how close we’d come to disaster. His little rosebud mouth, the one that had so nearly ingested something so dangerous, now puckered slightly in sleep.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” I whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. “Grammy promises to do better.”

And in that moment, I made a vow. Never again would I let my pride or anyone else’s apparent helpfulness put Tommy at risk. From now on, it was just us: Grammy and Tommy against the world.

The rest of the weekend passed in a blur of hypervigilance. Every little sound had me on edge, every potential hazard magnified in my mind.

By the time Sarah and Mike returned, I was a wrung-out mess of nerves and sleep deprivation.

“Mom, are you okay?” Sarah asked, concern etching her features as she took in my disheveled appearance.

I plastered on a smile, handing over a happily gurgling Tommy. “Just fine, honey. We had a wonderful time, didn’t we, little man?”

As I watched them drive away, relief and guilt warred within me. I’d kept Tommy safe in the end. But the close call at the laundromat would haunt me for a long time to come.

I trudged back inside, eyeing the pile of still-unwashed laundry. With a sigh, I picked up the phone.

“Hello? I’d like to order a new washing machine, please. ASAP.”

Some lessons, it seems, come at a higher price than others. But if it meant keeping my grandson safe, no cost was too great. After all, that’s what being a grandmother is all about: love, learning, and sometimes, hard-won wisdom.

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