I’ve been reflecting back on my first trip to Honduras with a well-worn crumpled photo in my hands. It’s been almost 33 years ago to the day.
I had been on a search for the two years prior, to find a child to adopt. I found him in the form of a lively, engaging 4 year old boy in an orphanage in Tegucigalpa, Honduras. The day I left the Salt Lake Airport there was a beautiful rainbow in the sky. I took it as a good omen as I embarked on the most unpredictable journey of my life. I had no clue what I was in for! But it turned out to be so much more difficult as well as much more rewarding than I ever could have imagined. I’ll give the next installment with my next post.