Yesterday, I heard a story that cheered me up when I needed it, reinforcing that there are good people on this earth. My friend (also my bartender) was telling me her older sister just got back from China, adopting her second chinese child. She told me all about how the girl recognized her aunt from pictures, and how thrilled the whole family is. Curious, I asked what went into their decision to adopt overseas. I think this is a wonderful thing, well, any adoption is, but I was curious. She told me her older sister, who is 50 years old, is gay and is married to a woman.
I thought about how nice this is for the children they have adopted; this couple has love to give and these children need that love (both adopted from orphanages, the new child will have to recover from rickets from malnutrition.) The whole family is happy, grandma and grandpa love these children as if they were the fruit of their fruit. In fact, my friend's father had to do a presentation for an organization he is involved in. He wanted his oldest daughter to speak of her experiences in China and the adoption process. Though my friend said her father has never been very demonstrative, he introduced his other daughter by saying "We know that heroes exist in this world. It is a beautiful thing to find out one of them is in your own family." The daughter was crying so hard it took a while to make her speech.
If only everyone could look over the differences around them, and give love regardless of issues of race, sexual preference, creed, religion.
Anyway, I just thought it a good place to tell this story that made me happy when I heard it.
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