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!

Share this story with your friends. It might brighten their day and inspire them.

Privileged Parents Excused Their Child for Kicking My Seat on the Flight, Claiming “He’s Just a Kid!”, Karma Delivered Them a Teachable Moment

On a long flight, a woman’s patience is tested by a child who kicks her seat and parents who ignore the disruption. What begins as a frustrating ordeal soon takes a surprising turn, revealing that karma has a way of delivering unexpected lessons.

As I settled into my aisle seat for a seven-hour flight, I hoped for some much-needed relaxation. With a book in hand, noise-canceling headphones on, and a good playlist ready, I thought I was prepared for the journey ahead. The cabin was packed and the air felt stuffy, but I was willing to endure it for a peaceful trip.

Then it began. A soft thumping at the back of my seat started to grow louder. Initially, I dismissed it, thinking a child was just adjusting in their seat. But the thumping became a steady rhythm, kick, kick, kick, each hit harder than the last.

I turned around and saw a boy, around six or seven, swinging his legs and grinning as if he were having a great time. His sneakers repeatedly slammed into my seat, creating a mini drum concert. His parents, seated nearby, were glued to their phones, completely unaware of the chaos their child was causing. I hoped the boy would tire out soon, or that his parents would notice, but the kicks only intensified.

After what felt like an eternity, I finally decided I couldn’t ignore it any longer. I turned around, offering a polite smile and asked the parents to ask their son to stop kicking my seat. The mother barely acknowledged me, dismissing my request with a “He’s just a kid!” before returning to her phone. I tried again, but the father was too engrossed in a video to care. Sensing his parents’ indifference, the boy kicked even harder, laughing as if he were winning some game at my expense.

I pressed the call button for the flight attendant, hoping she could help. She arrived, friendly and professional, and I explained the situation. She approached the family, asking them kindly to stop the boy from kicking my seat. For a brief moment, there was silence.

But as soon as she walked away, the kicks resumed, even more forceful this time. Frustrated, I stood up and spoke louder, asking them again to control their child. The mother rolled her eyes, and the father muttered something dismissive. The boy laughed and kicked harder. At this point, I was fed up. I called the attendant again, asking if I could switch to another seat. She returned shortly with good news: there was a seat available in first class.

Without hesitation, I grabbed my belongings and followed her to the front of the plane. The first-class section was a welcome relief, spacious, quiet, and free of children. I settled into my new seat, and the tension melted away. I was finally able to relax, enjoying a drink and diving into my book.

As the flight continued smoothly, I overheard the attendants talking about my old seatmates. The boy had found a new target for his kicks, an elderly woman who had taken my place. When she asked him to stop, the mother snapped at her, escalating the situation to a shouting match that caught the attention of the flight crew. I felt a twinge of sympathy for the elderly woman but couldn’t deny the poetic justice unfolding. As we prepared to land, I noticed security vehicles waiting by the gate.

When we disembarked, I saw the family being escorted off the plane by security officers. The boy, who had been so bold earlier, was now crying, clinging to his mother. The parents looked embarrassed, no longer the dismissive people they had been. I left the airport feeling a sense of satisfaction that surprised me. Karma had intervened, allowing me to enjoy my first-class experience and witness a bit of justice served.

As I walked past the family, I couldn’t help but smile at them. It was a small gesture, but it felt like the closure I needed. Sometimes, the universe has a way of balancing things out, and that day, it certainly did. With my book finished and my flight experience greatly improved, I walked away with a story that would surely entertain friends in the future.

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