My story

My story!In 1980 I started to work for Wayne County Dept of Social Services to help out and amend the hardships that we were facing in our black communities.In my trials and tribulations I found out that they the black community needed me.There was a large disparity of black families having their children removed from their homes,and I wanted to be apart of the solution to help these families and atleast take their kids in for fostering.But at the same time I was a single parent and had 4 children of my own and didnot want them to fall into that same category of being displaced from their home.So my family was small and I figured this would help enlarge my family because,I was the oldest in my family at that point next to my mom,and she was all I had.So I looked into fostercaring,and I received 3 siblings who had a mom,but she was not able to take care of her kids.And I also heard about black children being sent to whitepeople homes,and I felt this was not good,so I had to get involved.I took care of those children for 8 years!And I always said when they were of age they would be introduced to their biological families,this was my goal,feeling they could bring something back to their families.But of course I never knew of the emotional damages these kids suffered.But I found out as they matured,they wanted to be FREE!So after my first children,I went into adopting the next two little boys,and my biological children also wanted to help out these children and adopted also.The next group was siblings and while I continue to raise,them I forgot about my mom and my grandsons,who was most precious to me.I adopted three more siblings and of course there was a repeat of emotional enstabilities in all the children as they reached teenage years.So my mom died and my oldest grandson died.And I asked GOD what did I do wrong.I sacrified my own to take care of other children,that did not even care about what my goal was,to keep them alive and well to evenually go back and show their parents the way!