tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79714830722900712612024-02-07T18:26:28.143-08:00just enoughMichaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01409987220452247370noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7971483072290071261.post-3255182177223522092009-11-10T09:06:00.000-08:002009-11-10T09:29:43.435-08:00Malaria Bites! Bite Back!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3_d2Pqru_yIQqmHELKp2KbNZ1q178_elTnoVca-fwbeL_KpMjEES3K3JXAXi2oDcfaE-msaHvx-LCOTOL_YzeI6MqMXCpycvAZDHq2ciSJXYUvsyOlXyzDn0Xp4vOuLAKwO0h0SzQX8M/s1600-h/IMG_3924.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3_d2Pqru_yIQqmHELKp2KbNZ1q178_elTnoVca-fwbeL_KpMjEES3K3JXAXi2oDcfaE-msaHvx-LCOTOL_YzeI6MqMXCpycvAZDHq2ciSJXYUvsyOlXyzDn0Xp4vOuLAKwO0h0SzQX8M/s400/IMG_3924.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402522885761765442" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Yesterday I brought my youngest daughter to the doctor... again. This time to be tested for Malaria. She has had a fever for 7 of the past 9 days, and her symptoms look more like malaria than a cold or flu virus. When I told the nurse I wanted a malaria test, she absolutely freaked out. She stepped back, covered her mouth and asked if our daughter needed to be quarantined. Fortunately the doctor came into the room, and calmed her.</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">That nurse's reaction was indicative of the lack of awareness many people have about people living in developing countries. Malaria is transmitted by the bite of certain types of female mosquitoes that carry a parasite which causes the disease. The fact is, over 1 million people die every year from malaria, 90% of those deaths are children in Africa.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">That is why </span><a href="http://www.compassion.com/michaelpatterson"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Compassion International</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> has developed the "</span><a href="http://www.biteback.net/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Bite Back</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">" program. This program provides bed nets that are treated with insecticides. This very effective program reduces the transmission of malaria by 90%. You can help support this program by visiting the link above, or by sponsoring a child in a developing country by clicking on this link: </span><a href="http://www.compassion.com/michaelpatterson"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Compassion International</span></a></span></span></div>Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01409987220452247370noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7971483072290071261.post-19445672002178250632009-10-11T13:41:00.000-07:002009-10-11T15:16:17.397-07:00A Question of Social Justice<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Lately I've noticed what, to me is a disturbing trend. Every time I read an article on-line about someone doing good things, the article is followed by comments from naysayers who are critical of those who try to make the world a better place. Maybe it's nothing new, but is becoming more obvious because of our interactive world.</span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">The most recent example is the story of Tara Livesay. She is part of an amazing family living in Port au Prince, Haiti. The Livesays are a family filled with compassion (</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">a feeling of deep sympathy and sorrow for another who is stricken by misfortune, accompanied by a strong desire to alleviate the suffering). Tara Livesay set out to raise $5,200 to help severely malnourished children in Haiti. When she was done, she had raised over $63,000 (that number is still on the rise since this article was written). </span></span></span><a href="http://www.startribune.com/sports/62992002.html?page=1&c=y"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Read about her here</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">.</span></span></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">The comments following these types of stories seem to have a common theme; others are not as important as us. Read the comments following the article about Tara, and you will see remarks like, "</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Why not help the children in the US? Why are we always so willing to help other countries but yet we forget that we have families here that struggle?" Or this gem, "Haitians won their independence some 205 years ago, not that long after we won our independence. If they can't get their act together in that time I suggest it is unlikely that they ever will on their own."</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">In a separate article about </span><a href="http://www.compassion.com/michaelpatterson"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Compassion International</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">'s president, </span></span></span><a href="http://www.gazette.com/articles/ceo-62306-springs-based.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Wess Stafford</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"> recently, rather than appreciate what he's doing to help children living in poverty, some wrote comments like, "</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">How many poverty stricken children in the USA does this ministry help?" "More promotional evangelicalism hidden as a new report." "I could point out a number of areas in the US where children are going hungry but that wouldn't matter 'cause they're Americans."</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEXE3W-gG175s6B9tQkU3ZBicv6NRT_xUYAMFUVnMNPH6RTHrfQxmkErM27ojW8IEsDiSDuhd0RFOKy2bsrWTMLyg-miH83E9zq4B2I7UPWDxjfxe0p73P0Z7Qfd-jIXGf-p7_upi9yTU/s400/Perdenales.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391467770531831154" /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Here is my response:</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">• Different people find different causes to be important to them. If we all supported the same cause there would be far less balance and justice in this world.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">• Just because people like Tara and Wess are helping those who are suffering abroad, that does not stop you from helping those who need help where you are.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">• I think we should support those who get off the couch, and do something good, rather than criticize them from the comfort of our living room.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Here's what I want to know from you. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">• Do you really think that poverty in the U.S. is as bad as it is in Haiti or other impoverished countries?</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">• Do you believe that we should only take care of people in our own country, and let people abroad fend for themselves?</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">• What cause do you believe in?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div></div>Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01409987220452247370noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7971483072290071261.post-45259035067891380302009-09-18T15:59:00.000-07:002009-09-18T16:23:05.292-07:00Daniela's Story<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxifMDcae1881D6wnALn7U6Gsd2y9XkOMmj5p09JBNe92u-FqdnrhE_fJD-l6MXItaF5pyw7m88-bYuVNJQ2A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This is a video made of photos taken over a 2-1/2 year period - the time it took to get Daniela home. The song, "Amos Story" was written by Aaron Ivey. He and his wife Jamie are adopting two children from Haiti. This song is about their fight to bring their children home. Thanks Aaron for allowing me to use it. We pray your children are in your arms again very soon.</span></span></div>Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01409987220452247370noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7971483072290071261.post-41338332805276189442009-09-16T08:10:00.000-07:002009-09-16T08:26:37.199-07:00Home at Last<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyu0XAZn135xsUn1_R2Bc-u7BS819Y1dwNnUENaVf2qQUmLY5GseMHzvwNQ9zV8zyj5PKG7E3BB0Ul5sqPYNg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">If you've been checking in here, you know that our daughter was coming home at last. We arrived in Seattle on September 13. I intend to do a more comprehensive update soon, but for now this is all I have time for. There is much to do to get her on our medical insurance, and other immediate needs. The video was taken during her fist few minutes exploring her new bedroom. She is doing great. Eating well, playing hard, and sleeping 11 hours a night. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Most of all she has filled our home with joy. People have commended my wife and I for what we are doing. The truth is, we are selfish... we have been blessed by her beyond measure. We are so grateful that God has brought her into our lives.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I'll try to post more about our trip to Haiti soon.</span></span></div>Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01409987220452247370noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7971483072290071261.post-26802932488987106742009-08-31T13:44:00.000-07:002009-08-31T13:50:10.457-07:00Daniela's Homecoming<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO0kyOLfBsUL8N22fowxol_NcgdBcupmAKeSPigV2kIoc1ouH8NSX7_icp6sq1GaPFzlFpYIHbd_1ArYWArO6UBq7_Me6GnPmZ2m_sle-Zd9JZX5g5NBqqRfFCD_rFksZ-XSL2KoeanGg/s1600-h/Daniela+8-29-09.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO0kyOLfBsUL8N22fowxol_NcgdBcupmAKeSPigV2kIoc1ouH8NSX7_icp6sq1GaPFzlFpYIHbd_1ArYWArO6UBq7_Me6GnPmZ2m_sle-Zd9JZX5g5NBqqRfFCD_rFksZ-XSL2KoeanGg/s400/Daniela+8-29-09.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376232872262172802" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We've had lots of questions about when Daniela is going to be home. The Adoption Timeline on this page has been updated with our travel dates. We will try to send regular updates to Facebook or you can follow us on Twitter @mjp2.</span></span>Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01409987220452247370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7971483072290071261.post-31956857942642437622009-08-27T18:44:00.000-07:002009-08-27T18:59:56.102-07:00Coming Home<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkT-E09Vf-pyn3yP6ZlcG_E9KXP8eAXvakBfLiK2Q3Ev_aiO_7JHyqZVOAXglXyliEabcExyH6MSUgZYLyNzpGZSSGRdjjF5pYBxj5gC7ffIBwIJCR-xkvI9AyhKyGIOLfb6QRMeO-ECk/s1600-h/Coming+Home.jpg"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkT-E09Vf-pyn3yP6ZlcG_E9KXP8eAXvakBfLiK2Q3Ev_aiO_7JHyqZVOAXglXyliEabcExyH6MSUgZYLyNzpGZSSGRdjjF5pYBxj5gC7ffIBwIJCR-xkvI9AyhKyGIOLfb6QRMeO-ECk/s400/Coming+Home.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374824763092602482" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">It's hard to believe this day has finally come. We have been working for nearly 2-1/2 years to get our daughter home from Haiti. This morning Daniela got up early. She was all smiles because she got dressed in nice clothes (she's all girl). She got on a plane in Cap Haitien, and flew to Port-au-Prince. She went to the American Embassy, and sat before the Consulate... again. Then she was issued a Visa.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">That means she's coming home! The date is not certain, but Daniela should be home by Sept. 12, 2009.</span></span></div>Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01409987220452247370noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7971483072290071261.post-59083814950617352232009-07-30T20:16:00.000-07:002009-07-31T09:07:52.577-07:00A Story of Faith and Compassion<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLaEeolIEn2VAsNb3QagBlplvkVM6d-tUWf8gI8FviCB4Njx8Os_RRPPdJsF3O9X-Y-ouW2triywBENvxlGeV4r9sGmLSlciUyMpoZX7Bv9UZxI0DRLb6QSCPZd_bSGK5cR2W59W8X1s8/s1600-h/Faith+02.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLaEeolIEn2VAsNb3QagBlplvkVM6d-tUWf8gI8FviCB4Njx8Os_RRPPdJsF3O9X-Y-ouW2triywBENvxlGeV4r9sGmLSlciUyMpoZX7Bv9UZxI0DRLb6QSCPZd_bSGK5cR2W59W8X1s8/s400/Faith+02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364472384189791186" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Last week I had the honor to spend some time with one of Compassion International's Leadership Development </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Students. Faith grew up in the slums of Nairobi, Kenya. It was a difficult life in a dangerous place. She grew up in a home without plumbing. Cooking was done over a fire, and eating 3 meals a day was merely a fantasy. Fortunately, Faith had someone in Central Wisconsin that cared about her. They sponsored through Compassion's Child Sponsorship program. That simple act gave her hope. Hope for an education. Hope for a better life.</span></span><div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Today, Faith has a bachelor's degree in economics, from the best university in Kenya. She will never be impoverished again. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">This is what I love about <a href="http://www.compassion.com/michaelpatterson">Compassion International</a></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. They don't throw money at a community with the hope that the improved environment will improve the lives of individuals. Instead, Compassion teaches children of their value, and potential. These children who are filled with hope always improve their community.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The linked video is of Faith telling her story at Creation West to a crowd of 20,000. At the end, Faith is stunned to learn she was standing beside her childhood sponsors. It is a wonderful surprise.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, -webkit-fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; font-family:verdana, fantasy;font-size:small;"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/ext/share.php?sid=107043365911&h=-1ZPE&u=nlH5X&ref=nf">Watch Here!</a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhad9Z0URH-p4-A-2sXSBkdTeC_mH00IJi0QkpggwRBBpSP0l6mo9zu1ZokyFO0LlL9JKJHy8d6HeeQdJT9I32f9xxv0pgyy-N4av-_sRMJkYsnb1YoNZ5vVkIYDBn4CYhVhZoSIyJCbg/s400/Faith+01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364466153709509154" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, -webkit-fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">If you are interested in helping a student earn a college degree go to </span><a href="http://www.compassion.com/ldp"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">www.compassion.com/ldp</span></a></span></div></div>Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01409987220452247370noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7971483072290071261.post-10794319865738674552009-07-30T20:05:00.000-07:002009-07-30T20:12:23.940-07:00A Glimmer of Hope?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2RoDnwL5E6hPJmhA5yXJOiZ0_W1IcyyJgg8VymVCemv7Es0NnU7VgqIj_-GqVmaf3DTKx23RbkaIcFoAXTukbz7D4Hs5zevj6Mxxn5QEzyyZXDlk6JkLCiXq0IUu408eBQIfOuzALaig/s1600-h/glimmer+of+hope.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2RoDnwL5E6hPJmhA5yXJOiZ0_W1IcyyJgg8VymVCemv7Es0NnU7VgqIj_-GqVmaf3DTKx23RbkaIcFoAXTukbz7D4Hs5zevj6Mxxn5QEzyyZXDlk6JkLCiXq0IUu408eBQIfOuzALaig/s400/glimmer+of+hope.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364456506359169154" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">We learned today that the orphanage believes they have delivered all required documents to the U.S. Embassy in Port-au-Prince. I have e-mailed the Embassy staff to confirm that. They return e-mails within 3 days, so hopefully soon we will have more news. It has now been 9 months since the Haitian government issued her a passport. We are hoping the disappointments are done.</span></span>Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01409987220452247370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7971483072290071261.post-89347007118787586532009-06-15T19:37:00.000-07:002009-06-15T19:46:18.587-07:00Another Disappointment<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBvz9GKqaRyweWa6PVcXugneFT2ATE-G3Rw3UhOhgbXo1GMNmVAJJRE2lz8VUEDnSMBQYElf9M0sVkZ0B3tfVdcmRpX0CPNKJxm0BWtuqBcpara9DPj2OCbDSk12EeObq-Tdt6VpxfsGA/s1600-h/Delay.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBvz9GKqaRyweWa6PVcXugneFT2ATE-G3Rw3UhOhgbXo1GMNmVAJJRE2lz8VUEDnSMBQYElf9M0sVkZ0B3tfVdcmRpX0CPNKJxm0BWtuqBcpara9DPj2OCbDSk12EeObq-Tdt6VpxfsGA/s400/Delay.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347749375313844482" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">We are now facing another unbelievable delay. After finally getting the archived copy of Daniela's birth certificate, it did not match the registered copy. </span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">What we understand is that in order to get Daniela a visa so she can come home, the orphanage needs to either get the archived copy amended, or have a judge rule that the two documents are indeed referring to the same child.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">We are praying to receive a positive judgement quickly. If the archive copy needs to be amended, it could be a very long delay.</span></span></span></div>Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01409987220452247370noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7971483072290071261.post-91951907223446060772009-06-09T20:47:00.001-07:002009-06-09T20:52:18.675-07:00Still Waiting<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHRi_FZzSsXBB9irRCu6LGJx_CewDBAVzYF54FFN8wGfoGZD9XR_vHHYpIzCCY7BmOP562htKOXJFqhFcpJS5JW7oVPKb5GEVtJIqremq_WA2yfcESIoODq_z-Qa25UwnEInf9ggFVcLs/s1600-h/Still+Waiting.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHRi_FZzSsXBB9irRCu6LGJx_CewDBAVzYF54FFN8wGfoGZD9XR_vHHYpIzCCY7BmOP562htKOXJFqhFcpJS5JW7oVPKb5GEVtJIqremq_WA2yfcESIoODq_z-Qa25UwnEInf9ggFVcLs/s400/Still+Waiting.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345540704477444306" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Since there are a certain number of people who check in to see if Daniela is coming home yet, I wanted to just post that we are still waiting. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Three weeks ago we learned that the last document needed for her visa was in hand. We are just waiting for an appointment at the embassy, where hopefully they will issue her visa. Unfortunately, we just don't know when that will be.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">So for now (as we have for the past 2 years) we are waiting.</span></div>Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01409987220452247370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7971483072290071261.post-2926321473986000632009-05-26T15:32:00.000-07:002009-05-26T15:55:13.084-07:00My Youngest Daughter<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn2MdmxeySv4luJ2arKEUV_uNOy3UHw2qmo3armWpG3CAIlU5MbYPuUHM-KJV-2_vBcXh6GUbOP8aI7sy4pXefLDqdzpbDmYKPJyG8BUYUkya1WqFoMW4sLU1wbWjdhCojGW_xAdg9L44/s1600-h/Daniela-April.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn2MdmxeySv4luJ2arKEUV_uNOy3UHw2qmo3armWpG3CAIlU5MbYPuUHM-KJV-2_vBcXh6GUbOP8aI7sy4pXefLDqdzpbDmYKPJyG8BUYUkya1WqFoMW4sLU1wbWjdhCojGW_xAdg9L44/s400/Daniela-April.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340269932208950130" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Yesterday we received the wonderful news... we finally have the last document required by the American Embassy in Port-au-Prince. Soon we will have an appointment at the Embassy, and if all goes well, we will be bringing Daniela home!</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Tomorrow is the 2 year anniversary of our decision to adopt.</span></span></div>Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01409987220452247370noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7971483072290071261.post-67545515523515711782009-04-30T09:46:00.000-07:002009-04-30T11:23:44.839-07:00Does Child Sponsorship Really Work?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">This is Lovena. She is one of over a million children sponsored around the world, through </span></span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.compassion.com/michaelpatterson"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Compassion International</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. In many ways her circumstances are not unlike the other children being sponsored through Compassion. She lives in Haiti, the poorest country in the Western Hemisphere. Life for Lovena is difficult. Like other Compassion sponsored children, because Lovena is sponsored, she has hope for a better life. There is something that makes Lovena different, however.</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLdScjVYs8iDmF2INeB3kmv48GBU0w3z2PeSlbT90GCoxTfek1471aeYMY-T2XUpWVH7TwjiU1w1PeDlmWxVHOiRpIfM3tMPusD0lkQ8cJSBNTUJPuUZixLPSeQfqk01PIWahhtX6ZhxY/s1600-h/Lovena.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLdScjVYs8iDmF2INeB3kmv48GBU0w3z2PeSlbT90GCoxTfek1471aeYMY-T2XUpWVH7TwjiU1w1PeDlmWxVHOiRpIfM3tMPusD0lkQ8cJSBNTUJPuUZixLPSeQfqk01PIWahhtX6ZhxY/s400/Lovena.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330537140795081490" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Lovena is sponsored by a group of Compassion sponsored kids in the Leadership Development Program (LDP). What makes it even more amazing, is that these are students in the Dominican Republic.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">You may have read about </span></span><a href="http://mjp2.blogspot.com/2008/02/meeting-juan.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Juan David</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. He is one of those LDP students. Juan is sponsored by 12 firefighters of the </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a href="http://www.vrfa.org/">Valley Regional Fire Authority</a></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. He completed high school and enrolled in the </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Universidad Autónoma de Santo Domingo. When I saw Juan David in October, 2008, he was speaking to a group of 300 Child Advocates from around the world. Juan told about how important his sponsors were to him as he was growing up. The Hopper family of Australia sponsored Juan for 11 years. Juan spoke also of his current sponsors who are putting him through Medical School. He said that some day he hopes to sponsor a child, and give that child the support he has received.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"> </span>After that speech, Juan returned to the table, and sat next to me. He told me that he would some day sponsor a child from Haiti. This meant a lot to me, because my family is adopting Daniela from Haiti.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">Just a couple weeks later a group of <a href="http://www.compassion.com/contribution/ldp/default.htm">Leadership Development Program</a> students in the Dominican Republic decided they would collectively sponsor a child. A child from Haiti! In order to understand just what a big deal this is, you must first understand that, even though these students are being sponsored to go to college, their lives are still VERY difficult. Juan travels 1 hour each direction every day to the university. He lives in a home with no power, with his mother. Juan keeps most of his belongings at his pastor's home for fear that his clothes and books will be stolen from his home when he and his mother are away.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">You should also understand that even though Haiti and the Dominican Republic share the same island of Hispañola, the two countries are worlds apart. They speak different languages, and there is a great amount of discrimination. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">These Compassion LDP students truly appreciate the help they have received from their Compassion sponsors. Now they understand the joy of being a sponsor! They look forward to receiving letters from their sponsored child, just as I do. They pray for her just as I pray for them. They look forward to seeing what God has in mind for Lovena's future.<br /></span></span></span><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuNsv8yBmnOTYj7FbYXKvXWMwXJST4nf_EFCg3sWdp92FOnBS5BeYQHJNbaPspp49i3xkzUCbOOZF85uZ8yjIK-3e72BlH2cs922sD7VYrBgL6E7PeWZ1MjobGd3VYMYD5dWlfpZr3Fuo/s1600-h/Lovena's+Sponsors.jpg"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuNsv8yBmnOTYj7FbYXKvXWMwXJST4nf_EFCg3sWdp92FOnBS5BeYQHJNbaPspp49i3xkzUCbOOZF85uZ8yjIK-3e72BlH2cs922sD7VYrBgL6E7PeWZ1MjobGd3VYMYD5dWlfpZr3Fuo/s400/Lovena's+Sponsors.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330537139997304322" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">If you ever ask yourself if sponsoring a child is making a difference, all you need to do is look at these amazing sponsored children.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Below is an excerpt from Juan David's speech in October, 2008.<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwQ6g7yRyeik0UPQIs-WHe9OaQY-GKsx6VP8mdPO7MAAmM1jOZrNarT4hyihoe0fshuOvyVTPU1crSbrlEeNQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></span></span></div></div>Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01409987220452247370noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7971483072290071261.post-2160212580923105822009-03-25T13:17:00.000-07:002009-03-25T14:34:06.178-07:00A Picture Doesn't Tell the Story<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">My family started sponsoring Yonalda about 12 years ago through </span></span><a href="http://compassion.com/michaelpatterson"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Compassion International</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. She was 6 years old then. We didn't give much thought to what her home was like. We did notice that she had her hair done nicely, and was wearing a pretty dress. How bad could things be? After 10 years, I finally had the opportunity to meet Yonalda in person. That's when I started to understand what sponsorship means to children in poverty.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYB9-r4ULY5qSSsS8TUG8KUmjpc59N8XmQr7wVb3L_-oUHbqxXnADxGqf9Gzn5oge_YRzjE2H-E_Q3RDiELrrMJQbArMPTS-1FVovJADVcM5x9wuxHl_qnfmKLePlT6EZLp8QLaKuYBAk/s400/1-2-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317222995596710258" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Above is the first photo we saw of Yonalda, </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">followed by her photos for the next 12 years.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The last photo (below) I took myself when we finally got to visit her in person.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVSGc4aruFH094lqs1XeLUDou60mapb2DnBaYrp5uGb8gO0NJKc70trbxj6mBu6bMBVA7H3K_gyq3mhSFMPItiVQDoCDhuxMzQ_PJVswrmiwjfB0mKCeinjLCfhAZUc0aK29NY9XQ06EI/s400/4-5-6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317222997325735106" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">To get to her home, we drove 5 hours from the city of Santo Domingo, to the North side of the island of Hispañola. We visited briefly at Yonalda's school. The building was made of concrete. The power was out, which is common more often than not. I soon recognized that this school was the background for her photos I'd received over the past 12 years .</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">From her school in Puerto Plata, we drove through a large sugar cane field, and arrived at her home built on a hillside in a tropical forest. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9qH3TuAU7GSqAVdFG-cfiVLUSxC0Rwr6JI0RLkINuXssoukYa1SvkMKDF6MfV1q8Xi-Y5MFYUAMLXQDTU5pzSHF-4gDanxJF-gAWRpqiwCrLB2kOemit82KKJKqzJMs1UJwwxXPUHrQc/s400/Mom+%26+Dad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317223003593409618" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">This is her mother, father, and youngest brother. Dad is a big man!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">He only looks angry, but wasn't. Culturally, men don't often smile for photos.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">He was a kind-hearted man.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">It was an amazing day. I had seen video on Compassion's web-site of well known Christian musicians visiting their sponsored children (Michael W. Smith, Amy Grant, Point of Grace, Jeremy Camp, Bebo Norman, Mercy Me). I had always been a bit dubious about those videos, thinking that because of their fame, they had access to their sponsored children, that I would not. I was very pleased to see how happy the Compassion staff was to help me visit my sponsored child.</span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinRgjoPGlZMU8xQCachFkAen6N7yzeD_Kz2kye_B2HCXIOK_Zd5lLke804VRIztkeWRszxgWgAf6ix-EvEoGQeiZAaToJmpKOepXNYg1tkNDPGuzsezV2FKs9zuNNU4ngpBKLv9Bncb5c/s400/Grandpa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317223469371883602" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Above, I am sitting with Yonalda's grandfather. Shortly after this photo was taken, he walked into the jungle, and returned with a bunch of banana, offering me one.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Below is Yonalda's grandmother. I think you can see the family resemblance. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0tzDue8NhukoBSEEXy6bAQsgVBWnmQhyphenhyphenK-AXa07_DNTaS7nJGByEZhc99QQqxj8wQOZNIejru13IPmSoo9QL1p1BnKwUMHNROmJluUrfUZ3WQ9rSndbZaVHy5HNPeiUVR4whpLfq4Vvs/s400/Grandma.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317223459236938450" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG2d3Pn8Is1iiOGMOjCv-gKDxVkfeVQAjZhj_gtYkuyqw0dntXzBZD4mrJau7FRHPqhb6r7CFegb-STaehY9EBkxnh-VZJkU12O7zpnwcZIr_5306HPn_gCiK8EGf6Wfn1AVA9cg4d714/s400/Greatgrandma.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317223472791713730" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The above photo is Yonalda's great-grandmother. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Sadly, she has since passed away, but I am honored to have met her.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I was able to meet cousins, aunts & uncles, nieces & nephews. We laughed together, and talked about our families, and visited her church. We walked to the river, where they collect their drinking water, wash clothes, and swim. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPl1FhfTGV7EYP5wJtj5LSHwjilqcvLsGiiMd1xMj8HQf_XBChfbF8IzalE8fOE4gd40C7sagjGFANVEkX-156tBS5gyTwg41Wxuce5N5mA4l0oVqXpUEPqeUst06koJ1KPhSgUh6nL4E/s400/Yennifer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317223014108567058" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Yonalda's sister Yenifer seemed to especially enjoy the visit, and younger brother Yordy </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(the "Y" sounds like "J" in their names)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">really enjoyed the candy I brought with me.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzJCHBbNFWbnn5Mbw9E8jAG454dV2afdqEi4g40uYD8F6p6z133_F_yJ6lKv_-ndr-ANmbLEXWboa7Q7VdLp5Pa0cMgxLzE4ujc1kAnrI5XXV5hmRexpnJOBN7EluZdQ-H6D-fVsWFFFI/s400/Yordi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317223011840818898" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Our 4 hours together went by way too fast. Before I left, I took the below photo of Yonalda and her siblings in front of the school she attended through 8th grade. School was going on inside, and we created quite a disturbance with all of the children wanting to see the funny looking guy who had come to visit.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitKGnZAQh4JwI9s3qBzdk4RoDNkyiE9w_uibkGwWmZoeNSrcOTyovSrymwzlAlApAZ_qUu1sKEmE9XCN_byINgv1YFBRNBYXol9KnshSS2J4B739iYXmkfL7jLsaXoWe1PdLOg15gwMcY/s1600-h/Yonalda's+school.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitKGnZAQh4JwI9s3qBzdk4RoDNkyiE9w_uibkGwWmZoeNSrcOTyovSrymwzlAlApAZ_qUu1sKEmE9XCN_byINgv1YFBRNBYXol9KnshSS2J4B739iYXmkfL7jLsaXoWe1PdLOg15gwMcY/s400/Yonalda's+school.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317223457991623282" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I can't tell you how much I am looking forward to my next trip to visit with Yonalda. She is on schedule to graduate in October, 2009. In February, 2007, Yonalda asked if I would come to her graduation, and honor her by presenting her with her diploma. I asked her if she wouldn't prefer to have her father do that. She told me, "no - it was his idea that you do it."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">It was then I realized how much our sponsorship means to this family. No one in his family had ever had the opportunity to get an education. Poverty means that often times, children must work so the family can have barely enough food to survive. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Yonalda's father has offered to step aside during the moment of his daughter's graduation, in order to express his gratitude for the little help we offered.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a href="http://compassion.com/michaelpatterson">Sponsor a Child!</a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div>Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01409987220452247370noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7971483072290071261.post-13830615441734736192009-02-19T08:40:00.000-08:002009-02-19T10:07:19.178-08:002 Years Old Today<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmaPf7_2YC2nhe5EJUlWh67Y4QTJVcUfow23FT8WbTHa93k1dQrpUbPDiCLw3YZl6vQeM4iqMNP9dP4FWjUZEXt_I2n11qxvXCNhy0i7TYdb4RNq-Sfx_2n3aOzju_-49KZ7cujIfw3-g/s400/2+years.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304549468552213410" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This is not quite how we wanted to celebrate Daniela's 2nd birthday. We had hoped to surround her with family, give her a couple gifts, eat cake with her, and do all the other things one does with a two year old on her birthday. Instead today, we will look back on this journey of adoption, and take comfort in knowing that she is enjoying cake with others who love her, and have cared for her so well during her first 2 years. To them, we will never be able to express our gratitude.</span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Our adoption journey really started many years ago. I wrote about it in my blog from March 2008. Today we are close to bringing our beloved daughter home, and we are thinking about the volunteers who have given years of their lives to care for Daniela and the other children at the orphanage. Some of them spent years at the orphanage, others spent weeks. All of them gave of themselves to children who do not understand the depth of that love. Some of them we have met in person, others only by e-mail. Many others we have not met at all. Nonetheless, when I think of them, this verse comes to mind: "The King will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did for the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.'" - Matthew 25:40</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 202px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCh3Xyt71OT5Rk6s1hTRzCa-g9yfcAwapgHilYkGjcFoU4EFH25yaIcXckcdAvgEXPDvmOakrHV4x6ds9Citi3b57E5y5bT6wdGvS3K4GrcH3fCnWkliywi7x7qovp486wcgx3CMGscxk/s400/Maria&Arlyn.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304561627339185586" /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Maria and Arlyn have been with Daniela since she arrived. They are two of the most amazing people we know. Maria is from Ireland, and Arlyn is from Canada. Both of them have given the last 2 years of their lives to care for "the least of these." How do you say thank you to people like this?</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We have a mix of emotion today. It is with great sadness that we cannot be with our beautiful Haitian Princess on her 2nd birthday. Yet we have great joy in knowing that she is celebrating her special day with cake, and love from some pretty amazing people.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;">You can change the life of a child too. By sponsoring a child through <a href="http://www.compassion.com/michaelpatterson">Compassion International</a>, you can make a real difference. The cost is just $32 per month. In doing so, you will provide that child with food, clean water, education, medical and dental care. Most of all, you can show that child that she is loved.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;">Please consider changing a life by sponsoring a child living in poverty. You can even sponsor a child whose birthday is today! Just visit <a href="http://www.compassion.com/michaelpatterson">Compassion.com</a>.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">He who is kind to the poor, lends to the Lord who </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">will reward him for what he has done. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;">— Proverbs 19:17</span></div>Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01409987220452247370noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7971483072290071261.post-26406612777539725012009-02-01T16:11:00.000-08:002009-02-01T18:02:52.088-08:00Almost Home<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl_pVFOxkaqjVliuhUfO6OjjD20ejf4ry7g7vmY6M_RwbMeJd3pr26-mxSc9aJ2CgbGxVcwc4A0dnZ9crGgnAfRZCI56b3bBRq4Gw4LvEoBrTHYpbHUUKaV1j0JjFapb1-zPtCxAExlrc/s1600-h/new+dress+01.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl_pVFOxkaqjVliuhUfO6OjjD20ejf4ry7g7vmY6M_RwbMeJd3pr26-mxSc9aJ2CgbGxVcwc4A0dnZ9crGgnAfRZCI56b3bBRq4Gw4LvEoBrTHYpbHUUKaV1j0JjFapb1-zPtCxAExlrc/s400/new+dress+01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297988437498921970" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I haven't been good about keeping up with this blog. There's been many reasons for that, not the least of which is just laziness. Other reasons include, a major remodel project in our home, followed by damage to our home from a frozen pipe (in the newly completed remodel), and a recent promotion at work.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Waiting for Daniela has been very difficult, especially in light of what has happened in Haiti over the past year. During our visit in April 2008, we arrived just before the food riots began. During the previous 4 months, the price of rice and beans had doubled in Haiti. Families who were already struggling in ways we cannot imagine became desperate. While we were complaining about gas that was $4 per gallon, in Haiti it was as high as $9 per gallon.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">That was April. By late fall hurricane after hurricane had crossed Haiti. Over 1,000 people died as a direct result of the storm. When people are in such desperate circumstances they can't even consider sending their children to school. Paying the fees for school hardly seems to be a priority when you have nothing to eat.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Today we are waiting for the US Embassy to issue Daniela a visa. In mere days we could be traveling to Haiti to bring home our daughter, our beautiful Haitian Princess. For the rest of our lives we will strive to give her what she most needs, and teach her of God's love for her. We will also always wonder, and never know, what her life might have been like in Haiti.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The experience of adopting Daniela has only increased my appreciation for </span><a href="http://www.compassion.com/michaelpatterson"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Compassion International</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">. Children in Haiti who are in Compassion's sponsorship program have their school fees covered. They are involved in their local church, and in addition to their education, they are fed, and given health care, and dental care. Most of all, they are shown love in a safe environment. Isn't that what we want for our own children?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As you consider the economy, and how much tougher things are right now than a few years ago, please consider the circumstances of those living in poverty. It's not their fault. It's not because they're lazy. It's because of circumstances beyond their control. All they want is hope for their children.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Let us touch the dying, the poor, the lonely and the unwanted according to the graces we have received and let us not be ashamed or slow to do the humble work." —Mother Teresa</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Please consider sponsoring a child through </span><a href="http://www.compassion.com/michaelpatterson"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Compassion International</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;"><br /></span></div>Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01409987220452247370noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7971483072290071261.post-65261455730641871962008-07-31T10:12:00.000-07:002008-07-31T10:53:21.783-07:00Meeting Daniela<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In April we traveled to Haiti to meet Daniela for the first time. Our flight from Seattle didn't leave exactly on time. That meant that we would not have time to sleep in Miami before continuing on to Haiti. Then, the airline that goes to Haiti called, and told us that our flight to Haiti would be leaving from Ft. Lauderdale, and not out of Miami as we had booked.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Getting on the small plane</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> to Haiti was interesting. We boarded 2 hours later than we were supposed to, with no reasons given. The only thing they seem to care about is your weight (they weigh you on the luggage scale). Your baggage is never checked for rocket launchers or hand grenades. Of course there are no bathrooms on this short flight, but one experienced traveler brought his own plastic bag (aka: Stadium Buddy) so that he was prepared when he needed to go.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Our flight was scheduled to be 2 hours, and fly direct from Ft. Lauderdale to Cap Hatien. We'd been awake for about 26 hours when we boarded the plane, so I nodded off eventually. As we landed, Tina asked me where Exuma is. She pointed to the sign that read, "Welcome to Exuma International Airport." I replied that it must be the name of the airport in Cap Haitien. Wrong.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We had landed in the Bahamas. It seems they weighed us originally so they would know how much fuel they could carry. Evidently, with my fat butt on board they could not hold enough fuel to make it to Haiti. We took off and flew for another hour and a half to Haiti. Our scheduled arrival was 8 AM. Our actual arrival was noon.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It was comforting to see the local fire department was prepared for any mishap.</span></span></span></div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWD1P1YJEL1zViI5s24UO_h9z4B9-LFTDT74Ul-5qWnqetOLM1zfCRlUhqNpiBvNrTTBUfYDgBrF2prLAwWnf2Asxkzxz3FUTVIhVQMV0uh52YSQL5ZmQNPsMdVCXyr8vZvu14BnKypiQ/s400/IMG_8974.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229232527245564130" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Arriving at the orphanage, and seeing Daniela for the first time is a moment I'll never forget. She was promptly handed over to Tina, and curled up in the comfort of her mother's arms. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbOrZDIxdG-iM1mWonvnnoO152O35tdjRl5SoXDeUHGXpdV1G-bSB3TQkn2ddpSSDGnbPRmn2l1HZzGphdeaLZErLHrtR2e_3LH3le3b1QVuAtOjCuOencEFSAdA9EaqdJPca8Gi14zEQ/s400/IMG_9016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229228303834299090" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> We spent 9 days with Daniela, and it was awesome. </span></span></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje2XkICvphwL3Sz2HGtZ0uZ8qsU23zreTl0JBQ-VysnC5G0zDsPC6K7txQGgGcqhDwazKlbC3nDd-M51YLOKU_6jJ6mFWsG4uGRhruwFpc1LGbaUqXgPGdW6rBnhZ6yqN4mqzHyVtasRo/s1600-h/IMG_9432.JPG"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje2XkICvphwL3Sz2HGtZ0uZ8qsU23zreTl0JBQ-VysnC5G0zDsPC6K7txQGgGcqhDwazKlbC3nDd-M51YLOKU_6jJ6mFWsG4uGRhruwFpc1LGbaUqXgPGdW6rBnhZ6yqN4mqzHyVtasRo/s400/IMG_9432.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229228737600921538" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We even had the chance to meet Daniela's aunt, and 4 of her 5 cousins. They had tried to care for Daniela for 3 months after Daniela's mom died. When we arrived at their home, they called the neighbors to come and see the baby. They were amazed that she was still alive!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This family made many sacrifices to care for Daniela, and many decisions that would prove to save her life. We will always be grateful!<br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw_Mf4vMmThXdGJBrMjvrorr_skkBJCbpx03_vB7NV0lq43JEU5JtDepOQqDX-4ELH_9l0sM_NYW_-P4-5Zkg0CKxf-CauHK9jW5JoWHJe3qzqoF80a86Wl5PJHbEh-wE81GVk36Nmx8Y/s1600-h/IMG_0023.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw_Mf4vMmThXdGJBrMjvrorr_skkBJCbpx03_vB7NV0lq43JEU5JtDepOQqDX-4ELH_9l0sM_NYW_-P4-5Zkg0CKxf-CauHK9jW5JoWHJe3qzqoF80a86Wl5PJHbEh-wE81GVk36Nmx8Y/s400/IMG_0023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229228746763952978" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We are currently working with the people of </span><a href="www.compassion.com/michaelpatterson"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Compassion International</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> to try and get this family enrolled in the Child Sponsorship program. If that happens, this family will get some desperately needed help.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I will post more about our experience in Haiti later. If you have ever traveled to Haiti, or to any other nation with extreme poverty, we would love to hear your comments about how it impacted you.<br /></span></span><br /></div>Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01409987220452247370noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7971483072290071261.post-39753921681743705702008-03-30T16:11:00.000-07:002008-03-30T21:19:01.612-07:00Adopting Daniela<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxGUPqLjFvcQ__R5GnaO3xMvE4cP8uukh3iBieOTvpslw2PT40HaYYb2pKt8HO8ztSeIuBYjzEoOaURkDiVMLSg58BQ3-6R6TX2kM0WO_h25sqQsSkMMQuJ8srgACAlBVi1t3Cv7TRKkQ/s400/Header.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183711349142752594" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">For several years my wife and I had talked about adoption. She was adopted, so it has always been on our minds. We've had many brief discussions about it over the past 5 years, but they never went beyond casual talk.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">On Sunday, May 27th, I was coming home from work at 7:00 in the morning. I was listening to a radio show, discussing international adoption. It intrigued me, and I had this nagging feeling, that I needed to bring up the topic again. When I got home, I told Tina what I'd heard, and that I think it's time for us to make a decision... either we will, or we won't adopt. I told her, it is something that I would like to do. She wanted to also.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It didn't take long for us to decide what country to adopt from. We'd been long time sponsors of children in the Dominican Republic through </span></span><a href="http://www.compassion.com/michaelpatterson"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Compassion International</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">. Haiti, and the Dominican Republic are both on the island of Hispañola. We've seen children in the DR living in suffocating poverty. We've also learned that Haiti is 5 times poorer than the DR. Haiti is the poorest country in the Western Hemisphere. We decided that Haiti would be a good country to adopt from.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We began searching for an orphanage, and eventually settled on a care facility, where the main goal is to take in sick children, and get them well. They want to keep families together whenever possible. When a child in their care has no family that is able to care for her, they work with an orphanage to handle the adoption.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Daniela was born on February 19, 2007. Her mother was very ill, with a fever so Daniela was not permitted to nurse. Her mother passed away not long after Daniela was born, and her aunt and uncle (below) did the best they could to care for her. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWZDoP7kAjJMdfYdb-sMtcmbkdiwo0D6q1gn72Wt4x6OMltmIKZUowAXf6R-2bbYmBBw8sYwBfAPJDvzq34iNn4BruQcU3_FMJtLMEx0PhkiOUoJ27PuhMM3MYd8cq1LuHTCLl146Sse4/s400/Aunt+%26+Uncle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183723460950527362" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Unfortunately, Daniela didn't do well, and in desperation, they took her to the orphanage when she was 3 months old, and weighed 3.5 pounds.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Daniela was brought to this place on June 4, 2007, just days after we had decided to adopt. She was not available for adoption, but was listed as "status to be determined." It was noted that her aunt and uncle love her very much, and were trying to decide if they would be able to care for her.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This is the first photo (below) we saw of her, from June 4th. We completed our application to adopt, and sent it in on our 19th anniversary, June 11. We spent the next few months getting our dossier put together. There are many steps, including a psychological exam, home study, medical exam, letters of recommendation, and many other documents. </span></span></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyjzrD3zIs3wi6-EiHpYR9kdW22uaCuTh1bUz4rsOMi4KZ0-6DUOzzjBgjqQGOCj1goNv7ZUhd4vyzVK131v0cO7XHW3crei33STLlFcNRV41f7olyhdKfRPu_9pqQNY2CE5umqEhVP1s/s400/June+4-2007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183723465245494674" /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">During those months, I knew Daniela would some day be our daughter.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We could not receive a referral of a child until our dossier was submitted. Fortunately we completed our dossier right at the same time as Daniela became available for adoption. Her aunt uncle had made the very difficult decision, that they would not be able to care for her.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Since last fall, our lives have been a roller coaster. Her files had been sent to Port au Prince to start the adoption process in December. In February 2008 we learned that her file had been lost. We also learned that some families had recently been turned away, because they already have children. Haiti is considering allowing only childless families to adopt from their country.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In March Daniela entered IBESR, which is the first step of the adoption process. We don't know how things will go, but we do believe she is our daughter, and will be home with us some day.<br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ1KESLeNX7rsC4trlbPCTQjMu6qNOAbee_bCKg2oOZG6p2m7pa2SDtAEKCZfniFDp9_ic0DAXTxYxBEnnLwBeeOv9hpooMLr5AgDAId7qBooWC9Ahd9sqUdhI-jlXt8TlZYfoVkkX2h4/s400/January.08.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183723456655560050" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We are looking forward to meeting Daniela in person for the first time very soon. She's come a long way in the past year, and so have we.</span></span></div></div></div></div></div></div>Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01409987220452247370noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7971483072290071261.post-28393205356085020802008-02-19T20:20:00.000-08:002008-02-19T21:39:05.915-08:00Magdalena - Sometimes We Forget<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfsf83m3tjz7oLTLEd1vo1QSY0-yztbn5jVAxGQ7hVP_Re4DVrFaCqfpnabKrzMqxG9QNJ7KEx-AVQV7V4tODkDCA37I669R567vv1z73taGgZFaElAIRj0VkNMFKdjgqFQsxWqw1p5_I/s1600-h/Magdalena+01.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfsf83m3tjz7oLTLEd1vo1QSY0-yztbn5jVAxGQ7hVP_Re4DVrFaCqfpnabKrzMqxG9QNJ7KEx-AVQV7V4tODkDCA37I669R567vv1z73taGgZFaElAIRj0VkNMFKdjgqFQsxWqw1p5_I/s400/Magdalena+01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168914733537951058" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Magdalena is another one of "our" girls in the Dominican Republic. Our family has sponsored Magdalena through <a href="http://www.compassion.com/michaelpatterson">Compassion International</a> since she was 6 years old. As of Feb. 28, 2008 she is 11. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Magdalena lives with her mother, brother and sister. Not long after we started sponsoring her, her mother and father separated. Today, Magdalena says she thinks of me as her father. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Magdalena is a shy, sweet girl who writes letters to us often. Up until January 2008, she used to say that she can't wait to meet her "sisters." In January, Magdalena met her sisters, when we went to the Dominican Republic on a Sponsor Tour with <a href="http://www.compassion.com/michaelpatterson">Compassion International</a>.</span></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeQlhcnextuxKYxAoLXiEG7g-sYUitn03ytqdHTk0o2aveRxZ-Q090G3NhS99j4zeaULgcw1EVA2P_9mJcCEyT_WeAQ2kYZ4U8qQDbEioKg9NRbWA4XwIOa6FeaGY0tIXQ1bO9L1KrByw/s1600-h/Sisters.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeQlhcnextuxKYxAoLXiEG7g-sYUitn03ytqdHTk0o2aveRxZ-Q090G3NhS99j4zeaULgcw1EVA2P_9mJcCEyT_WeAQ2kYZ4U8qQDbEioKg9NRbWA4XwIOa6FeaGY0tIXQ1bO9L1KrByw/s400/Sisters.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168914742127885666" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Seeing Magdalena in person, it's easy to forget the poverty she lives with every day. In September of 2007, Magdalena nearly died of dengue fever. Dengue fever is a disease that is transmitted by mosquitoes. It also goes by other another name, "break bone fever" because victims often have contortions due to the intense joint and muscle pain.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;">Had Magdalena not been in the <a href="http://www.compassion.com/michaelpatterson">Compassion International </a>child sponsorship program, it's likely that her family would not have been able to get her the medical attention she needed. Magdalena was admitted into the hospital for 9 days and received intravenous fluids, and medicines to help her recover. Compassion provided both financial support, as well as social and spiritual support to Magdalena and her family. This support was vital in her recovery.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;">Unfortunately many children around the world aren't as fortunate as Magdalena. Here's a few statistics:</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;">• 6.5 million children die every year of hunger related illnesses</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"> That's 12 children every minute</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;">• The average life expectancy in developing countries is half that of developed countries</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;">• According to the United Nations, poverty is defined as living on less than $1 per day</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;">You can help a child like Magdalena for just $32 a month. To learn more, go to <a href="http://www.compassion.com/michaelpatterson">Compassion.com</a></span></div></div>Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01409987220452247370noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7971483072290071261.post-20539070249732208942008-02-04T14:40:00.000-08:002008-02-04T15:57:53.284-08:00Meeting Juan<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">On January 14, 2008 my family and I were in the Dominican Republic on a <a href="http://www.compassion.com/michaelpatterson">Compassion International</a> Sponsor Tour. That evening we had the pleasure of meeting Juan David Dominguez. Juan is a college student in Compassion's Leadership Development Program who is being sponsored by 12 firefighters from Valley Regional Fire Authority.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">The Leadership Development Program is offered to students who have graduated from Compassion's Child Sponsorship Program. Only the top academic students, who have demonstrated excellence in leadership in their schools, churches, and communities are eligible to be in the Leadership Development Pro</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">gram.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuvf1Mp4YR6Z6rWOVg3EzKpU3P6doouwVrY6_3DCpt2Mt3ps59kX2bkcMmDzucc494IQVkHFOIjsOJ2C4Bh-bzymW-UTijwLwz2sIE3nIebYVro8NcNhw08n2m3HL2uTpU050d-Q6KX8c/s400/Juan+age+6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163263599526484962" /></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Juan entered Compassion's Child Sponsorship Program at the age of 6. One year earlier his father had died in a construction accident. Juan and his family were devestated. Juan's mother worked very hard to keep the family together. Having Juan in the Compassion development center meant that he received Christian mentoring, education, health care, food, and a safe environment. After school 3 days a week, Juan received a meal at the development center, and often there was enough leftovers that he could bring food home for his family. This helped his mother maintain the family.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">In 1998 Hurricane George struck the Dominican Republic and wiped out their family home. They did not have much, but lost all of their belongings. Through the help of Compassion, their house was restored. Juan's mother continued to work hard as a maid, and eventually she managed to save enough for concrete floors and electricity.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Juan's sponsors during these years were in Australia. Though they were never able to visit him in person, they sent frequent letters of encouragement. Juan tells me he looked forward to those letters and kept every one of them, reading them over and over. Juan says without Compassion, his life would be "a disaster".</span></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt__p7ilffYApvQn-bSsokuj94xb3R6bxzIa2zPbDd74ldzSweRkZaUpz829v8CrJAeXKJoZyon9WO9hT2UevAwWiRDgV5KXTIUSoG9Rx17KemCVIPvIdYTYBlZyas3OiO8O5W38TILcib/s400/Juan+graduation.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163244671605611474" /></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;">In October 2007 Juan graduated high school. This is quite an accomplishment for a child living in extreme poverty. Not only did he graduate, but he received his school's "Most Excellent Student" award. After a series of interviews, Juan was accepted in Compassion's Leadership Development Program. Juan's goal is to become a pediatrician.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;">Juan's sponsors in the LDP are twelve firefighters from Valley Regional Fire Authority in Washington state. These sponsors have made a commitment to sponsor Juan for 6 years. Some have already expressed an interest in attending Juan's graduation.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;">Juan will attend Universidad Autonoma de Santo Domingo. Established in 1538, it is the oldest university in the New World. Juan dreams of becoming a pediatrician so he can care for children in the impoverished communities of his country.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;">You can read more about Juan at <a href="http://www.compassion.com/sponsordonor/countrynews/dr/Stories/051705.htm">www.compassion.com</a>.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"> </span></div></div>Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01409987220452247370noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7971483072290071261.post-45674026451069841562008-01-27T09:59:00.000-08:002008-03-30T20:56:04.029-07:00A life changed.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTd2n6cbUbI_VcGzjVwyrL5FmWo0buVVjkw8fCUtZSyIbt18cDGQfdru-RlZXAH7KE4_qPWi8KN7gIna5M6S0cxFicHxcu0pQL0CWU5i6ywvAiq1wtn0Xf5AtUY0W_PaCTK7SojFzk9FQ/s1600-h/Yefredy+6+years+old.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTd2n6cbUbI_VcGzjVwyrL5FmWo0buVVjkw8fCUtZSyIbt18cDGQfdru-RlZXAH7KE4_qPWi8KN7gIna5M6S0cxFicHxcu0pQL0CWU5i6ywvAiq1wtn0Xf5AtUY0W_PaCTK7SojFzk9FQ/s400/Yefredy+6+years+old.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160357933891656498" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">This is Yefredy. My family learned about her after seeing Amy Grant talking about sponsoring a child through </span><a href="http://www.compassion.com/michaelpatterson"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Compassion International</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. </span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Since then, Yefredy has become our beloved daughter, and a sister to our children.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">My family hadn't been consistent in tithing at church.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">We wanted to, but j<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ust couldn’t seem to make it happen. I had been working for 12 years as a freelance graphic designer.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">My income was like a roller coaster.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Once the bills were paid, there never seemed to be anything left.</span></span></span></span></span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">After hearing Amy Grant speak about </span><a href="http://www.compassion.com/michaelpatterson"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Compassion International</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, we decided to sponsor a child.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">We knew if we made a commitment to a child, we would take care of that first, and budget for our necessities with what was left.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">We went on Compassion’s web site, and selected another child, named Yonalda. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">After sponsoring Yonalda for a year, we decided we could afford to sponsor a second child.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">That’s when we found Yefredy.</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">One of the great things about Compassion is that they not only allow you to write the child you sponsor, they encourage it.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">They even offer sponsor tours for you to visit the child you sponsor.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">We wrote letters to the children we sponsor, and sent the check once a month.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">For a long time, the letters we received from Yefredy were the simple letters you’d expect from a child.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She told us what she was doing in school, and what games she liked to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">play.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">As time went on, the letters became more personal.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She told she was living with her grandparents, and that her mom and dad worked a long distance away.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">They visited when they could.</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">As Yefredy grew she faced a lot of hard times.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Then one day we got a letter telling us that she was very sad because her dad had died.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Within a year we got another letter from her asking that we pray for her grandfather who was having surgery.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">By this time, she was asking us in every letter when she would meet us in person.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">My wife and I always thought it would be fun to meet her, but always said, ”We can’t afford to go this year. Maybe some day.”</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">We had three daughters of our own, and were very busy.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">We got a bit lazy about writing letters.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Then everything changed.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">In February 2005 we got a letter from Yefredy thanking us for the Christmas gift she had received from <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">us.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She also wanted us to know that she was sad because she missed her father.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She was also sad because her grandfather had died.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Lastly, she was sad because she hadn’t gotten a letter from us in a long time. She told us that she thinks of us as her family, and wants us to never forget her. </span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">That letter hit me like a ton of bricks.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Child sponsorship had been little more than sending a check, and writing an occasional letter.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">This child viewed it differently.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">We were people who loved her, and cared about her.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She had shared her deepest pain with us, and she wanted to know that we were getting the message.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">That day we made reservations on the next Compassion sponsor tour to the Dominican Republic.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Then we wrote to Yefredy, and told her we were coming to visit her in January 2006.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "></span></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Meeting Yefredy was one of the greatest days of my life.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">My wife and I were able to hug her, and tell her we love her.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">We laughed with her, and cried with her.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The day we saw her in person, she became real. She became our beloved daughter.</span></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzGc-uasu-XJ6cWGgwNWnhdJm-O6xA-jYdIxjkhuo6Khpd_AILeS9vK_RI4d_UfI2ZIC74kgunfAxCM2z8thc1qVFqzMk4qi9mPr2DIMDiXTXul546cz9BNXVRYz017r-P7KhVIWNBlYk/s400/Yefredy+at+15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160365196681354050" /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal">Today, Yefredy is 15. She's overcoming poverty, and is a year away from high school graduation. Her dream is to enroll in Compassion's Leadership Development Program, and go to medical school. </p><p class="MsoNormal">My family went to visit our sponsored children again in January, 2008. It was the third time I've been able to spend time with them. We hope to be in the audience when Yefredy graduates medical school.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Thanks to <a href="http://www.compassion.com/michaelpatterson">Compassion International</a>, this child born into poverty has overcome great adversity, and is already changing lives. She started with mine. I am forever changed by the experience.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Please sponsor a child today. If you already sponsor one, please consider sponsoring another.</p><p class="MsoNormal">If you have a Compassion story you'd like to tell, post your blog on Shaun Groves "<a href="http://www.shaungroves.com/shlog/entry/stories_of_compassion_international_its_your_turn/">Shlog</a>"</p><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div></span>Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01409987220452247370noreply@blogger.com2