Once upon a time...
As a college student, I sat at a roadside coffee house with a cup of my favorite tea.
A little beggar with a dirty face tugged at my clothes and said, “Hi, Ayi!" As we talked, I learned that she was born in a poor village nearby. An old woman rescued her after she was discarded in a bathroom because she was a female. Seven years later the old lady, her only caregiver, died. So she ran away! Begging was the only way she could survive!
I wept. She had no shelter, no food, and no parents to care for her. My raw compassion helped me to load her onto the back of my bicycle and head to my parents.
After a bath and putting some new clothes on her, I asked my dad to keep her as a maid at our house. My Dad refused! “She is not yet an adult!” After having taken her in for about three days, my respectable and beloved grandparents turned her out as well.
I found her on the street again where I met her the first time.
This is an unfinished story, but this unquenchable burning compassion pushed me today on the road of rescuing and helping Chinese orphans. I believe together, we can change their unfortunate future and give them a hope and an expected end!