I am sitting here in near astonishment. Let me explain.
My grandfather was a high-ranking officer in the Army Air Corps. He was also directly involved in the transportation of debris recovered from Roswell immediately after the incident. After the mission, he returned home to his wife and two children (my mother and Uncle) who were very young at the time. He appeared very shaken about something, and just kept telling them how much he loved them. The next day, he described in some detail, what he had seen. It was never discussed after that.
When I was very young, I saw E.T. and, of course, asked many questions of my mother about aliens and if they were real and whatnot. I think I was 10-ish at the time. I remember that this made my mother very uncomfortable. Later that afternoon, or perhaps the next day, my grandfather came to me and told me of his personal account and information. And frankly, I was more than a little iffy about if he was pulling my leg. This was also the time in my life when I was really on the fence about jolly fat guys with flowing beards who delivered presents to all the good boys and girls of the world once a year, and small rabbits who hid brightly colored eggs.
My grandfather showed me something that has made me never question the truth of his story, or the existence of non-terrestrial entities. His medical records. You see, my grandfather seems to have done something quite biologically impossible. His blood type changed. Before he was involved in the transportation, he was one blood type. About a year after, he was involved in an accident and hospitalized. It was discovered at that time that he was no longer that blood type.
Since that day, it has never been spoken of in my family, by anyone. My grandparents have both since passed, and my mother has been diagnosed with the beginning onset of Alzheimer's. It's not uncommon for her, at this point, to be very confused about things.
I've never questioned the validity of what I was told. And I've never questioned that there is more to the universe than humanity. It's just something that I accepted as fact at an early age, much like gravity, taxes, and the fact that fruitcake and meatloaf are rarely edible. But at the same time, it's not something I go around talking about openly either. I think most people who believe understand the stigma involved and why.
I recently came to a decision to try and contact someone in the investigative field to at least pass on the information I was given. I know more about brain surgery than I do about the community of "believers" and the related investigators in the field. I was hoping to jump on the forums here and inquire for contact information from the masses. For this post to be the first thing I read was a bit.... let's just say it hit close and re-affirmed that I am making the right decision.
Thank you, sincerely, for sharing and making me feel a little less alone.