I can still picture him at the orphanage where he was just one of over 100 kids. He was 2 years old, covered in dirt, wearing a tattered T-shirt too big for his body. Continue reading
He is noticed in the crowd due to the number of hot dogs he manages to shovel into his mouth. Eight hot dogs. But it isn’t the hot dogs that sparks attention, it is the fact that this boy is hungry. Continue reading
His story begins as so many others in Haiti—in a broken family.
Fedner does not choose the culture, the country or the family into which he is born. He does not choose his circumstances. He does not choose to be labeled as a statistic. Continue reading
He is kind and gentle. He is wildly brilliant. He is authentic and brave and sometimes silly. He is labeled by the rest of the world as handicapped but his family and friends simply call him Gervens. Continue reading
She is fourteen years old today. She is lovely and kind. She is helpful and gentle. She is generous and sweet. Sometimes, she is feisty. Sometimes, she can be harsh. And sometimes, she has the worst of all attitudes. But above all, she is beautiful. Continue reading
Anne Marie had long anticipated this day, the day we would visit her older sister, all of us together. Continue reading