When I was in elementary school, a new family moved into our neighborhood, and they had a son adopted from Romania. I had gotten to know this child a little bit, and was intrigued by the idea of adoption. When I was in 6th grade, he passed away tragically just shy of his 10th birthday. At the funeral, there was a slide show at the church with some pictures of his time in Romania and his life with his adoptive family.
I was struck deeply by how this little boy's life was transformed because a family opened their hearts and home and loved him. Despite the tragic circumstances and the heartache that this family endured at his passing, I knew at that young age that I wanted to adopt someday. That experience has remained with me all these years, and continues to be an inspiration on our own adoption journey.
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