A 6-Foot-4 Scarred Veteran Walked Into the NICU—Then He Held an Abandoned Baby, and His Dog Tag Revealed a Secret That Left the Entire Hospital Speechless

It was a folded piece of notebook paper.

If I can’t stay, please find Earl Matthew Ransom. He is my father. Tell him I’m sorry. Tell him I tried. He may not want me, but maybe he can want her.

At the bottom was an old Omaha address.

The house had been sold years before. We had no current phone number and no way to know whether Earl Ransom was even still continue reading …