Mr. T

This is Mr. T

Hi. My name is Mr. T. I’m only two months old… but I’ve already been through so much.

I was hungry, so hungry for so long that I forgot how to cry properly. My tummy sore, my little body was cold, and my nose was blocked so badly that it was hard to breathe and I had a rash all over.

My mommy tried. She really did. But she is very sick in her mind and heart. She didn’t know how to care for me. She had no one helping her, no safety net, no chance. She did what she could with what little she had. But it just wasn’t enough. I know she loved me.

Last night, someone new held me. They wrapped me in a warm blanket and whispered, “You’re safe now.” I felt arms that didn’t tremble. I heard a voice that didn’t scream. I felt full for the first time in days.

They call this place Isiaiah 54 Children’s Sanctuary. I don’t understand what that means yet, but I know I’m not alone anymore

I know it’s hard work taking care of babies like me. There are so many of us. We arrive scared, sick, broken. But here, they fight for us. They wipe our tears, feed us, cuddle us, and help us feel like we matter.

So I’m asking, can you help them help me?

Maybe with prayers. Or maybe just by sharing my story, so the world knows I exist.

Thank you for seeing me.

Love,

Mr. T