The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson-
Everyone can think of a time that they needed help. When I help other I find that sometimes I’m enriched from the experiences. My family has been fostering children for a long time now and I’ve learned from the experience. When helping take care of the kids we foster I learn a lot about myself. When I was twelve years old my mom got a call saying that we were going to have a foster kid stay with us for a few weeks. All we were told is that it would be a month old baby girl named Victoria. When Victoria got to our house she looked really small and fragile. My mom wouldn't let anyone carry her. After Victoria's third week with us a lot had changed. My dad brother and I had gone to Road Island to pick up a dog. We found a puppy Great Dane brought home and named her Zoë. At first Victoria was very curios about Zoë pulling on her ears, and grabbing her tail. About the same time we picked up Zoë my mom got another call asking if it would be ok if Victoria stayed with us for a few month we agreed and a four month later Zoë was four feet tail and victoria was learning to crawl. By this time school had ended and I was off to summer camp. When I got back Victoria was still with us and my mom and dad were thinking about adopting. Victoria’s mom kept switching between wanting custody and not. Eventually Victoria’s mom backed out and all we had to do was find her a family. In October 2012 we got a call from Victoria’s social worker that there was a family in Carlyle that was looking to adopt. After meeting with my mom and Victoria they had made their decision to adopt her. Everything went well from there. They invited us to the courthouse the day they signed the papers and we are still good friends with their family today. Victoria’s story is just one of a few kids that we’ve fostered. If I had to say the hardest thing about being in a foster family it would be seeing the kids go of to their new families. I know that it’s a good thing and I’m happy for the family and the child but the memories I’ve had with the kids makes it hard when they leave. Personal sacrifice is a big part of helping others. You might have to give up your time or money but in the end the experience ends well for all.