adoption
hey. this co-worker just happened to mention something about his kids' "biologicals"...their biological parents.
and I asked, and he told me the story of how he adopted two kids. and my heart just... kind of broke, definitely swelled up and got tender. this guy is so amazing. hearing his story, about him noticing this 5-year-old girl playing on the sidewalk of the Mission, near where he was giving a workshop about avoiding gangs... and she winds up being the daughter of one of the men attending the workshop, and my co-worker starts basically babysitting her, getting her food, making sure she had food at home...meeting her 9-year-old brother...
after my co-worker adopted these kids, with the blessing of their bio dad who sobbed how he couldn't take care of them anymore... my co-worker's parents never accepted those kids. more heartbreak.
the best part of this story, though, is my co-worker answering his nephew, who was asking why my co-worker cared about these kids, when they never "do" anything for him. My co-worker said, I don't need them to "do" something for me. I'm good. I care about them because I love them. That's it.
He's even told them that his dying wish is that they find someone else who they're not related to, and to do the same thing for that person.
*five kinds of heartache* wow. that seems pretty beautiful, to me.
and I asked, and he told me the story of how he adopted two kids. and my heart just... kind of broke, definitely swelled up and got tender. this guy is so amazing. hearing his story, about him noticing this 5-year-old girl playing on the sidewalk of the Mission, near where he was giving a workshop about avoiding gangs... and she winds up being the daughter of one of the men attending the workshop, and my co-worker starts basically babysitting her, getting her food, making sure she had food at home...meeting her 9-year-old brother...
after my co-worker adopted these kids, with the blessing of their bio dad who sobbed how he couldn't take care of them anymore... my co-worker's parents never accepted those kids. more heartbreak.
the best part of this story, though, is my co-worker answering his nephew, who was asking why my co-worker cared about these kids, when they never "do" anything for him. My co-worker said, I don't need them to "do" something for me. I'm good. I care about them because I love them. That's it.
He's even told them that his dying wish is that they find someone else who they're not related to, and to do the same thing for that person.
*five kinds of heartache* wow. that seems pretty beautiful, to me.