Jack. Denis. Jason. Here are three faces I can't forget. My goal is to make sure you don't forget them either.
Three precious boys. Three unique individuals. Three beautiful children.
Jack is 11. He will turn 12 in the fall, and he won't know yet that he has a mom, and a dad, and a dog named Boo-Boo waiting for him, wishing for him, working for him. He won't know that he has hundreds, maybe thousands, of warriors who are raising money and praying and striving to get him home. Jack has a family. He doesn't know it, but soon ... soon he will be in his mother's arms. Soon he will be hangin' with his dad. Soon he will be romping with his dog. Soon he will be sleeping in his own bed in his own room in his own house in his own family. Jack will not spend his 13th birthday as an orphan.
Denis is 10. He will turn 11 next spring, and he doesn't have a mom, or a dad, or siblings, or dogs or cats or hamsters, waiting for him. He likely does not have hundreds or even dozens of people advocating on his behalf. Denis does not have a family. He knows it. He wishes for a mom and a dad ... he wishes for a family. Maybe he even wishes for a dog. But for the time being, Denis has no one coming for him. He will not soon be sleeping in his own bed in his own room in his own house in his own family. He will be, as he has been, in a bed in a room in an orphanage. Denis very well may spend his 12th birthday as an orphan.
And Jason ... sweet little Jason. Jason is 9. He will turn 10 next spring, and he may well have given up all hope of a mom and a dad and siblings to love him. Jason does not have a Guardian Angel. He has a few people advocating for him, but he slips by unnoticed most of the time. Jason does not have a family. He lives in a very remote orphanage for children with physical and mental disabilities. It's difficult to get information about Jason, but I'm trying. But no one is coming for Jason and, as I have been told he has spina bifida, and as I have some knowledge of the lives of disabled children in Eastern European orphanages, it's easy to imagine that Jason passes his days in a crib in a room in an orphanage that is not really his home. It's where he exists, but it's not a home. It's not a family. Jason will likely spend his 11th birthday as an orphan.
But these boys are my boys. These boys are the ones I love just a tiny bit more than all the others. No mother should ever admit to having favorites, but something about these boys has burrowed its way into the deepest recesses of my heart and taken up residence there, and it will never go away. These are my boys, and I won't give up the fight until I see them home.
As I continue to advocate for every wonderful boy who needs a home and a family that I can, I will continue to place these boys before you in the hope that you, or someone you know, or someone that someone you know knows, can make the difference for these boys. For Jack, the difference is purely money. He has a family; Jack's need is solely financial at this time. His adoption will cost upwards of $40,000. Read that again: $40,000. Say it out loud: Forty. Thousand. Dollars. It's not fair. No child's fate, no child's future, should depend on whether someone has a spare tens of thousands of dollars hanging around. Jack's family has stepped out in the faith that kindhearted people will help them pay this ransom, as it is often referred to in the adoption community, to get their child out of an orphanage, to save his life not only medically but emotionally and spiritually as well. Jack's family is saving him from a life of being unwanted and alone. Fundraising for an adoption can feel icky, and it can be very hard to ask people to give you money for something that can be perceived as so very, very personal as building your family. But it's not personal. In the end, adoption is not a personal act. Adoption is people saying, "No, we will not accept children growing up as orphans. We will act." If the saying goes that "it takes a village to raise a child," well, then, it also takes a village to adopt one.
Ransom Adoption fees are so outrageously high that they bar many, many qualified and loving families from rescuing these children, and they bar countless innocent children from becoming treasured family members. Jack has a family. The knowledge part of the knowledge+money duo has been achieved. Now it's on to the money part.
And here we go: Jack's family's August fundraiser. I've made my plug (and I will continue to do so throughout the month). If you can, please consider donating. If you can't donate, please share the information. Please be one of the 1,000 loving Jack, the 1,000 who make him an orphan no more.
And sweet Jason ... whose recent fundraiser didn't raise much money for his adoption grant (and not through lack of trying by the host). Jason, who lives in a crib in a crumbling facility hidden away far off the beaten track. Jason, who, as his Reece's Rainbow profile page says (and it's the only thing said about him), has "no hope of finding my family without you." Please donate to increase Jason's grant fund, which currently stands at $95.70. Please share his information with everyone you can. Please consider whether Jason has a place in your own family. Please help make sure that Jason's 11th birthday is spent as an orphan no more.
And Denis, the brown-eyed thief of my heart, who longs for a family and watches as adoptive families come to his orphanage and choose ... not him. Denis, who every day edges closer to the time at which he will be dismissed from the orphanage, alone, frightened, outcast, with no family to comfort and care for him. It breaks my heart every day to consider Denis' fate. As of yet Denis has no established grant fund, but I am working to change that. If you or anyone you know or anyone you don't know but could stop on the street and tell about this boy should wish to adopt this child, please email me through the Contact Me button on the right sidebar of my blog and I will put you in touch with people who can help you.
These three boys are with me every day, and you will be seeing them again and again on the pages of this blog. These three boys, my own special loves ...