In answering the last question I started thinking about my search and my writing on adoption and I realize that much of it centers on rather banal discoveries which end up being defining moments, often devastating emotionally speaking. For example, for the thousands of times I had gone over my adoption documents, I had always managed to not really read the paper that gave jurisdiction to the orphanage to create a name for me. On my 40th birthday I was going over the papers again and found it and I recall the feeling of knowing that the one thing that I thought connected me to my country of birth was in fact bogus. This led to a later “infinite moment” when comparing my paperwork with another adoptee who had been given the same false name: We realized that there was, in fact, a list of false names that they simply cycled through. I thought I would ask everyone to contribute one or more of these “infinite moments” to this discussion.