My name is Faith. I was born in the jungle of Papua New Guinea over 30 years ago. My mother had me in the bush of PNG ( Papua New Guinea). My mother was on her way back from a feast when she went into labor giving birth to twins. She died during child bearing. My father didn't know what to do with me and my sister. It would have been a disgrace for anyone in the tribe to care for me because of " Twins". In that culture if the mother has more than one baby at a time then she had cheated on the husband. Therefore, it was disgrace for anyone to take us in. He had decided to bury us "Alive" with our mother.

The Roses ( missionaries) had 4 boys of thier own. They had lived in the bush of Papua New Guinea for over a year. They ran a small clinic and orphanage. Mr. Rose was working in the mechanic shop when he was approaced by a villager. This village man asked him if he would take thes babies because his brother was going to bury them with thier mother. Mr. Rose said, he would go get them.

When Mr. Rose arrived at the small village of " Neni" the babies where not there. There was alot of commotion. He was told that the villagers were chasing a " crazy lady" who had taken the babies. She was yelling they are " my babies". They chased her for 2 hours before catching her and giving the babies to Mr. Rose.

Mr. Rose took these babies home. They weighed 2 to 21/2lbs. Mr and Mrs. Rose put them in a wood box, placed hotwater bottles around them and place them on top of the stove to get the temputured to show on the themometer. They then proceeded to feed them with an eye dropper.

To their sadness the smallest " Twin" died 2 weeks later. They had "faith" that the other twin would live. They took her to Mendi hospital a 3 hours muddy driving to get there. They left her there and went to a meeting out of town. A few days later they came back to get their baby. "No one had seen her" The Head Nurse lined up all the nurses and said, " This man brought in a baby where is she?" One lady spoke up and said, " I wanted a little girl so I took her home". She had the "baby" dressed in a pretty pink dress. Mr. Rose said, " You keep her". That is wonderful! She needs a family.

Mr. Rose got back to his station and informed the tribe he found a home for the baby. They said, " NO". You go back and get her. So he went back and got the baby.

Mr. Rose would ask the father " When are you going to get your child". He would say, " We will talk later". After Two years had passed, the Roses were attached to this baby. They called her, Faith.

They decided to adopted her. The tribe and father agreed. The PNG government said, Since it is a daughter you must pay the family " Bride Price". So, they paid the tribe money. I was one of the first adoption cases in Papua New Guinea.

I have the best Parents in the world. My parents where always open with me. I have lived in the United States most of my life.

The harding things I have faced is being raised " skin color black" with white parents. My parents, siblings, cousins, and family are great. "Skin Color is just that! nothing more or less our perception of ourselves is what determines the quality of life. YOU are who you are , unique and special. People can and will be prejudice and even racist, they are intitled to thier opionion as long as they leave me alone. I can't contoll them and its to bad for them, that they have that kind of outlook on life.

Adoption is a wonderful!!

Being adopted from another country is even Greater!!! We are multicultural. We have interesting heritaige. Embrace your culture. My parents always told me " My Story". My mom says she always wanted a "Daughter". If your thinking about adopting internationally it is a wonderful thing.