As I told you before, this is the first installment in “My Story.” I hope you remember that is my story from my perspective – and is not indicative of anyone else’s story. Enjoy!
(How Haiti changed my story)
by Tom Vanderwell
I’ll never forget the day.
It was a Sunday afternoon in October of 2002 and the kids were off doing what they do on a Sunday afternoon, reading, playing, just relaxing. My wife and I were sitting in our four season porch reading the paper like we often do on Sunday afternoons.
She said to me, “Did you read the “Child of the Week” segment?” The local paper, in conjunction with some of the local adoption agencies, did a “Child of the Week” segment about kids in foster care waiting for families.
“I did.” I responded. We looked at each other and said, “We could do that.” Suddenly something that we had talked about “possibly” doing “some day” became now.
Our older kids were old enough and great kids. We had room. Room in our hearts and room in our house.
And just like that, a journey started.
And boy was I naive.