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  • ivanildotrindade 6:21 pm on May 7, 2012 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: child sex abuse, hope for abused children, joy comes in the morning, northern thailand, pedophilia, sex abuse in se asia, sex tourism, sheer joy, sleeplessness   

    Sheer Joy May Affect Your Sleep — the story of G.R.O.W.’s ninth child 

    There are few joys more precious in this world than that of giving hope of a future to someone who was living on the edge of extinction. Sadly, extinction does not threat only certain species in some remote African forest. It also affects millions of nameless kids walking aimlessly on the edge of cities or in the heart of bustling metropolises around the world.

    So when you hear about one that was snatched from the brink of precipice, as a friend of mine likes to say, “Your heart starts dancing like an elephant.” But when you not only hear about it but in some small way play a part in the act of redemption, you are insanely beside yourself with joy.

    Such was the state of my soul this past weekend when I heard that G.R.O.W.’s home for at-risk children in northern Thailand had received its ninth child (sorry, no name for now!) — an eight year old boy who up until this point had seen his share of danger, rejection, famine and abuse.

    Let me back up a little. His father was forced to fend for himself on the streets of a most inhospitable city dating to a time when the son was yet to be. Tragedy struck the father early on when as a little boy he met a foreign tourist intent on seeking forbidden pleasures only a foreign visa on his passport could allow him.

    To put it mildly, when that “tourist” boarded the plane that would take him home, he had left in his wake a trail of destruction that reached the very core of a very badly bruised young boy. By the time he ordered his red wine and settled nicely into the cushy seat of his first class cabin, the  little pieces of what was once a somewhat whole person were now splattered indiscriminately — so disfigured it would be nearly impossible to gather them up and glue them together again.

    The boy grew into a man who kept on living between the streets, gay bars, failed marriages and a constant search for a suitable occupation that could now help him feed the little one who seemed attached to him wherever his feet took flight. Like the P. S. in a letter, the boy was an appendage, a backpack someone only remembers when it is time to get another thing out of it.  But quietly, without his knowledge, a conspiracy of kindness had been brewing to save him.

    For four years a young lady who is now a staff member of G.R.O.W. in Thailand had been watching this boy. On several occasions she had literally intervened to take him out of danger. Seeing the “backpack” being thrown around without mercy, all she could do was pray and wait patiently for her time to act. The day finally came last Sunday. I won’t tell you the details, but the boy is now safely in the G.R.O.W. home in northern Thailand.

    He traveled light — only a plastic bag to his name, but his heart was heavy with bad memories. When he saw his own bed, he was afraid to jump in because never in a million years could he imagine it was his — he never had a bed attached to his name. He arrived late in the evening. “Are you hungry?” They asked. “No,” he said. They insisted and he finally confessed: “I had one little plastic bag of noodles which I mixed with some cold water.” “All day?” “Yes, all day.” When asked why he lied, he said, “My dad told me not to tell you this.”

    Later, he was jumping in bed, hearing the other children tell stories about school. “Is it true that I can go to school too?” He asked. He had so many questions it was hard for him to fall asleep, but when he did, it was a heavenly sleep, one he didn’t even know existed in this world.

    And six thousand miles away I too couldn’t sleep but this time it was out of sheer joy.

    “Just as crying may come at night, you can be sure that joy comes in the morning!” (Psalm 30:5).

    Ivanildo C. Trindade

    • Marla Taviano 11:47 am on May 11, 2012 Permalink | Reply

      My heart is dancing like an elephant too. Praying for Faa and her 9 beautiful children.

    • ivanildotrindade 1:29 pm on May 11, 2012 Permalink | Reply

      thanks, marla. i got an e-mail today. the boy went 2 school 4 the first time. he went to the back of the truck. everybody told him to seat up front on the passenger seat. he said never in his life he dreamed he would ever ride like an important person on the front seat of a car. oh the small joys we take 4 granted!

  • ivanildotrindade 9:28 pm on December 15, 2011 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: neglected children, northern thailand, rescue, sexual slavery, ,   

    Three brothers in hope and sorrow 

    I could cry a thousand years and not run out of tears. I could speak a thousand words and not vent enough. I  could do a thousand good deeds and never atone for one evil committed against three little boys who never asked to come into this world. Three siblings tied by blood and fate. Three soul mates bound by disaster and hope, laugh and despair.

    There was once three little sticks running naked on the mountains of northern Thailand at a time when they thought they owned the land their feet ran on. They were happy and totally oblivious to the upheaval forming around them. The storm came suddenly and engulfed them. It started when their father passed away. Their mom was beautiful and young. For reasons we don’t know, her father, seeing that she was alone, sold her to another man from another village.

    And two nights ago, after three years since these three boys were rescued and brought to Grace Place, Thailand, a home in Wiang Pa Pao, northern Thailand, funded by the Wooster Grace Brethren Church, they finally opened their hearts with the house parents and shared their story. The night was chilly, as it often is this time of the year on the mountains in that part of the world. They started an open fire and the kids gathered around the adults just to talk.

    Perhaps it was the close proximity to the adults who cared for them, or maybe it was the warmth of the fire. Whatever it was, they began to tell about how their mom was taken from them. They came for her in a truck, she was wailing uncontrollably and tried to hang on to her children. No one cared that they cried and screamed, hoping to avoid the worst, and in the end, she was yanked away from them and that was the last time they saw her.

    They were left to wander around, without anyone in charge, foraging for food and relying on the generosity of others. The oldest boy, one of the leaders in the home, and now 12, said that he marked those people forever. He said, “I don’t care if they are relatives, grandfather or whatever, I don’t want to ever see them again.”

    One of the house parents, trying to console the boy, said, “But you have to understand, they did this because they didn’t know the true God like you do. One day you will be able to go back to your village and tell them about this God who loves them.” Without hesitation, he said, “No I won’t. They don’t deserve to hear it.” Said like a child who learned to grow up fast and still doesn’t understand the meaning of forgiveness. But how can you blame him?

    My skeptical friends will have to forgive me, but this is a case in which good has triumphed over evil. I have looked into the faces of these boys and saw only joy and happiness. They have learned to speak Thai and are attending school. They now have the full rights of citizenship in the land of their birth. They are being cared for by loving “parents” and are fed royally every day. And I am thankful for the people who have made it possible to rescue these precious little boys. Without knowing fully, their investment helped interrupted a cycle of abuse and re-introduced hope in the hearts of three wounded little ones.

    But in our rush to congratulate ourselves, we should never forget the story of these little boys and continue to do everything we can to help rescue many more who are still being yanked from the arms of their loving mothers because of the evil of sexual slavery.

    Ivanildo C. Trindade

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