We gave them $100. They made someone’s day. 9 stories
Idon’t think I was given a choice about the way my life has unfolded; I think I was chosen. Twelve years ago, when my youngest was five, we were asked if we could take in a beautiful baby girl with Down syndrome while her foster family was being arranged.
We did. Then, when the family arrangements fell through, we were asked to keep her. That’s how we got our precious Racheli. Everything was perfect for six weeks, and then, without warning, she suffered heart failure and had to be hospitalized immediately. She never really recovered, medically speaking.
She required rehab, but when she deteriorated there, we swiftly brought her home. And that’s where she’s been for the past 12 years. Our daughter, part of our family, keeping us on our toes and ensuring, through her delicious antics and the constant medical care she requires, that we have a dull moment.
Last November, an acquaintance, Mrs. B., reached out to me. She too fostered special needs children, and we’d spoken a lot in the past. I’d heard all about her adorable seven-year-old Chedva, a sweet girl with Down syndrome whose medical needs were similar to Racheli’s.
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