"Two and a half years ago, while living in mainland China, my wife and I were fostering a little orphan named, Guo Ru Hao... with the hope to one day adopt her. It had been two long years with her living with us and we were at a standstill on many fronts. Her orphanage wouldn't release necessary paperwork for us to adopt her and we didn't know why. The device in Ruthi's head to help her cerebrospinal fluid flow was malfunctioning. There was another fire in a foster home in China and the government was requiring all orphanages to call in the kids (meaning Ruthi was in danger of being taken away from us). I was at the end of my rope. One day, while driving down the road, I asked Ruthi what her name was. Her Chinese name, Guo Ru Hao, was the name she heard most often as we had to use that name on all paperwork. So she was accustomed to hearing that name...and saying it. However, on this day, when I asked her what her name was, sh...
"The scariest moment of my life was probably the first time I got shot at. One night, my family and I were coming home. We lived in an apartment complex. I had a free apartment because I was security for that complex. As we were getting out of the car, I heard the gun shots. But then I saw them hitting the wall. When I realized where they were, I was really scared because my wife at the time and my infant son was right there. It was hitting the wall right by them. Thank God they didn't get hit. I was able to get them around the side of the building. I turned around and gave chase. A friend of mine was coming in at the same time.”
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