Everything about this day in late February 2004 was fairly typical. The ominous gray sky, which had just dropped 6 inches of fresh white snow in the peaks surrounding Salt Lake City, promised that more would be on the way before the day turned into night. The freezing temperatures coupled with the biting northern winds left the streets practically abandoned; even the ski resorts were uncharacteristically quiet.
Ushering his wife Jean and two youngest children into the car Bruce McMullin noticed the slightest opening in the clouds above and a sliver of sunlight shone through and emptied a ray of hope and happiness as if the angels themselves were in charge of the days, weeks and years ahead. Bruce had always been a positive influence to those who knew him and his tenacity for making the world a better place was viewed as both admirable and, on some levels, exhausting.
The trip had been planned for years. When Bruce and Jean McMullin adopted their second youngest child from New Delhi, India they made a promise to each other that they would someday return their daughter to the country in which their now 18-year old daughter, Minda, was born.
The initial journey began in the early 1980’s. McMullin had travelled throughout India, Malaysia, and Singapore establishing an import-export business based on providing chelated minerals as a raw material to be used in nutritional products manufactured in the US. During the time he was working in the area, he met dozens of people and most of them became lifelong friends. The local villagers, their customs and engaging personalities, touched McMullin. The small children particularly captivated him; how they moved, looked, and smiled. He inquired to one of his local friends about the welfare of so many children in a country recognized for enduring some of the most extreme poverty on the planet. He was told that many of the children were put up for adoption because their biological parents could not offer them a good life. Shortly after returning home from that trip he spoke with his wife about possibly adopting a child from the area. Without a moment’s hesitation, Jean wholeheartedly agreed.
After 2 years of waiting, not much was disclosed to the McMullin’s when they received the news that a baby girl was selected as a match for them. A whirlwind of activity ensued as the couple became tasked with coordinating plans with the adoption agency for the travel arrangements from New Delhi to Salt Lake City, completing seemingly endless amounts of paperwork, meeting with lawyers and, of course, getting the new arrival’s nursery in order.
It was love at first site when the entire McMullin family was first introduced to the beautiful baby girl. That initial meeting was followed by a sense of urgency, as one-month old Minda only weighed a little over 4 lbs. After a visit to the pediatrician that had overseen the McMullin’s other 5 children, they were assured that Minda was a healthy and happy baby. No one could have imagined what would unfold 18 years later.
Bruce, Jean, Minda and youngest son Sam arrived at Indira Gandhi International Airport in New Delhi the next day. Weary from the long 20-hour flight the travelers welcomed the warm, dry winds and an afternoon temperature topping 80 degrees. The sites, sounds and overwhelming sensation of a new culture combined with the realization to Minda that this place was where she was born set off a cavalcade of emotions…confusion, joy, anxiety, happiness. This was where she had her beginning. When the dizzying thoughts calmed down she looked into the eyes of the parents that had clothed, fed and loved her for 18 years, Minda realized that they were now and had been for 18 years, her home.
After settling into the hotel and getting their jet lagged bodies accustomed to a new time zone, the McMullin’s filled their days and nights traveling to the most recognized landmarks throughout Calcutta, Agra, Jaipur and New Delhi. They went to the orphanage that they adopted Minda from, however it had been closed down a few years earlier. To Minda, she did not have a burning desire to know her birth parents, whether or not she had any biological siblings or if her beautiful smile came from a possible maternal aunt. In her mind, she had her family and was happy with her “now” rather than a past she could not recall.
Bruce had established many acquaintances and friendships in New Delhi and the Himalayan Mountain communities, especially after doing work throughout the area for several years. He was meeting for coffee with an associate that he had known since the mid 80’s. During their conversation, the associate was approached by one of his friends, Nico Khanna, known throughout villages in the Tibetan cultural areas for his Ayurvedic knowledge and practices. Bruce and Nico established an almost instant friendship and their conversation turned into one that lasted for hours. It was continued the very next day and many days following. Nico was an educated resource on how to best use local plants and herbs for a variety of conditions and how best to treat those conditions holistically. Among the many species of vegetation, McMullin kept being drawn back to the sea buckthorn berry, otherwise known throughout the Himalayan region as “the holy fruit of the Himalayas” that had hundreds of studies (300 studies at the time, today there are hundreds more) to support its effectiveness. A plant that grew wild throughout India and was used to treat a host of conditions/ailments and as a beauty treatment for thousands of years; and so, the quest began.
McMullin and his family returned to the United States and quickly resumed their daily routines. For Bruce, this meant residing as the President of his businesses, serving on a variety of boards/committees and his philanthropic obligations; however the sea buckthorn plant and its bright orange berries were always dancing around in his mind. The more he found out about the berry the more he became excited about what it could provide for the western world.