Raising Orphans

In the spring of 2012, my brother, Robert Anderson, stumbled into an orphanage nestled deep in one of the winding alleys of Hanoi, Vietnam. He took me there a few days later and we started visiting the children regularly. We would bring them candy, hold them, teach English, and play games. The caretakers raise these children and receive little in the form of payment, save a roof and cot. The orphanage is home to the elderly and dying as well. The magnitude of their needs are great and means are little, yet smiles are fairly abundant. How can this be?

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