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Stephanie's
Adoption Story
As a recent addition
to the Child Centered Recruitment
(CCR) Program, I am quickly adjusting
to my new home here at A Child’s
Waiting. While this may be
a new work environment, the “special” work
done here is all too familiar. My
roots in adoption began over 26 years
ago with my own adoption.
The year was 1979 and thanks to a
young couple and their 9 year old
son, my destiny escaped the confines
of an orphanage in El Salvador and
was given new hope in the Land of
the Free and Home of the Brave.
A child’s adoption story is
very special and unique. Even
today, at the age of 27 I still am
excited to hear my mother tell others
about how I came to be a part of
their family. This is a story
that will stay with your child forever. The
following is my older brother, Alan’s,
personal account of his journey to
get his baby sister. While
most of his narrative seems to suggest
that he was more focused on the cars
in the street or the cost of markers,
these were the unedited thoughts
of a 9yr. old experiencing his first
out-of-country cultural experience
and the beginning of his new family. To
some, his words are but the ramblings
of a child but to me, a priceless
gift. Today, I still have
my mother and father to tell me the
story of our family but Alan died
just a little over a year ago. His
written words are all that is left
of the little boy who traveled by
plane with his mother and father
to pickup his sister from the “little
castle for children.” While
our family may no longer be whole
my brother’s story helped preserve
both my history and our family’s
history.
 Alan’s
Story of Bringing Stephanie Home,
in his own words:
Sat. June 2, 1979: We have
a very luxjurjous room. We’re
here at Cleveland Airport and we’re
at the Hilton. We have a bathroom,
two beds, two chairs, a t.v., a desk,
and a chair and two dressers. We’re
staying for the night. We ate
at Bob Evans and we’re having
a good time. We are having
trouble with the phone. A pay
phone costs us .95. Our phone lets
people call us, but we can’t
call anybody. It’s a
nice rip off, isn’t it? We
don’t have any information
for the phone and Dad thought it
might be screwed up and he’s
almost right. We saw a few
go kart races. Ten cars were
in the race. The 11th was out
of gas. We saw a few planes
on our way back to the Hilton. The
pinball score was 43196. I
beat a other pinball machine a few
thousand. I half to get up
at 5 or 6. We are watching
Love Boat and waiting for a phone
call. We will turn the tv off
when the call is here.
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