GUEST POST: NICOLE WICK ON ADOPTION
In 1975, Mother's Day was today, May 11. That was the best Mother's Day ever. It was the day that I found a mom. I was adopted when I was three months old. My parents picked me up from Detroit Metro Airport on May 11th, and I was given a home.
My first home was an orphanage in Vietnam, one of many orphanages that housed thousands of children born out of the Vietnam war. I would have stayed in Vietnam had it not been for an international effort to airlift children out of the country before it fell to the communist regime. Like about 3,000 other orphans, I flew out of Vietnam in the belly of a U.S. military cargo jet. Older children lined the side benches while infants like myself slept side by side tucked into cardboard boxes in the middle of the empty planes.
In the aftermath of the war, thousands of children lived in orphanages throughout South Vietnam. During the days leading up to the fall of Saigon, President Gerald Ford approved one of the greatest American humanitarian efforts. $2 million in emergency funds was released to airlift 2,000 Vietnamese orphans out of Vietnam for adoption in the United States. Mine was the last flight out. More Vietnamese orphans were adopted in the 27 days between President Ford’s signing of the Operation Babylift initiative and the fall of Saigon than in all the 35 years since.
This is the reason that I am so passionate about adoption, foster care and anti-trafficking efforts. While thousands of orphans were lifted out of Vietnam, thousands more were left behind, victims of circumstance without hope. For orphans in Vietnam and in other Third World countries, aging out of the orphanage system is the first step into servitude, criminal activity, and trafficking.
James 1:27 reads: “Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world.” This verse is not just for missionaries or aid workers, it is a command for all of us. If we desire to call him Father and truly know his heart, we need to be living James 1:27. It is not an option.
I'm honored that Mike and Jud allow me to be a part of the POTSC community. I love that they offer a constant reminder that each of us deserves a second chance. That a second chance is a human right. I'm humbled and incredibly grateful that they have allowed me to guest post and talk about orphans, a group that deserves a first chance.
I'm joining forces with Children’s HopeChest and my good friend Tom Davis on my blog today to celebrate the anniversary of my adoption by raising funds to support a counseling program for trafficked girls that he and Anne Jackson met on their recent trip to Moldova.
I hope you stop by and learn about how you can help bring a first chance to an orphan in need.