You may be wondering, as I do several posts in a row about other people’s adoptions, how this all relates to me:
2. The memory: Jean-Roni, the one that got away.
Last summer in Haiti, Karen, Amanda, & I took care of Jean-Roni. He was a tiny, malnourished baby boy who came into the Real Hope for Haiti clinic while we were visiting.
We cared for him day & night for the majority of our trip.
We were told that he would not live at the size, age, and progression of his malnourishment.
And so don’t get attached.
That didn’t work.
So we dreamed & calculated how to bring him home with us.
But when we left, he stayed.
And 35 days later, while my arms still ached for him, Jean-Roni died.
We must fight everyday to save AS MANY CHILDREN AS WE CAN.
Our humanity requires this.