Hello out there!!!
As most of you know I was adopted during the Viet Nam war. That should come to you as no surprise and would explain to you why it is I am so different and crazy. But seriously, I was adopted back in October of 1974 and I grew up in a small town in southern Oregon.
I was born in Sai Gon, where the final days of the war took place. According to the information that has been given to me, days after I was born I was placed on the door steps of an orphanage in Vinh Long in hopes that one of the caregivers would find me and take me in. Indeed, I was found and was brought in where I was given a name and clothed.
I stayed in the orphanage for almost 2 years when a representative from Friend of Children of Vietnam (FCVN) came by and picked me up so they could get me ready to come over to the United States where I would be adopted by my new American family. For about 6 1/2 months the folks at the FCVN home continued care for me and got me ready to meet my new family.
When October 1974 came to pass I was on my way to the U.S. where I would have my first encounter with my family. On Halloween night of 1974, I was the treat when my family picked me up in San Francisco. After picking me up from the airport my family pulled an all nighter and headed back up I-5 towards Oregon. It was a long trip home and I don't remember a single detail about it. But somehow I knew that I would forever be in a family that is full of fostering, care, and unconditional love.
And so it begins...
As most of you know I was adopted during the Viet Nam war. That should come to you as no surprise and would explain to you why it is I am so different and crazy. But seriously, I was adopted back in October of 1974 and I grew up in a small town in southern Oregon.
I was born in Sai Gon, where the final days of the war took place. According to the information that has been given to me, days after I was born I was placed on the door steps of an orphanage in Vinh Long in hopes that one of the caregivers would find me and take me in. Indeed, I was found and was brought in where I was given a name and clothed.
I stayed in the orphanage for almost 2 years when a representative from Friend of Children of Vietnam (FCVN) came by and picked me up so they could get me ready to come over to the United States where I would be adopted by my new American family. For about 6 1/2 months the folks at the FCVN home continued care for me and got me ready to meet my new family.
When October 1974 came to pass I was on my way to the U.S. where I would have my first encounter with my family. On Halloween night of 1974, I was the treat when my family picked me up in San Francisco. After picking me up from the airport my family pulled an all nighter and headed back up I-5 towards Oregon. It was a long trip home and I don't remember a single detail about it. But somehow I knew that I would forever be in a family that is full of fostering, care, and unconditional love.
And so it begins...
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