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I have many testimonies but this is the first of many.....
I was was born in Vietnam during the war, my Dad was a U.S. soldier and my Mom was Vietnamese. When I was 5 years old my brother was born and 6 months later my Dad left to go back to the U.S. I was heart broken and devistated.
In March of 1975 my Mom made the toughest decision of her life, she decided to give my brother and I up for adoption to give us a better life, a mother's sacrifice. My brother and I were supposed to leave on the First Baby Airlift on April 4th but our plans were canceled several days before the departure date. This first (Baby Airlift) flight ended in tragedy, the aircraft crashed shortly after departure. By April 16th all the Baby Airlift missions ended, my brother and I never made it out. I remember praying for God to save us and wondered when or if my prayers will ever be answered.
Toward the end of April, the VC were closing in toward Saigon and curfews were enforced, our chances of leaving Vietnam was slim to none. On the morning of April 28th we received word that the embassy bus would pick us up and take us to the airport. My brother and I and 65 other children boarded a C130 cargo plane less than 24 hours before the Fall of Saigon. We arrived safely in Manilla, that's when we learned of the fate of our beloved country.
I was only 8 years old, I had already lost my Dad & Mom, my brother and I were beginning a new journey but not alone, we had our Heavenly Father by our side. I was experiencing God's Grace & Mercy for the first time, what a gift! God was truly my Hero on that day!
I was was born in Vietnam during the war, my Dad was a U.S. soldier and my Mom was Vietnamese. When I was 5 years old my brother was born and 6 months later my Dad left to go back to the U.S. I was heart broken and devistated.
In March of 1975 my Mom made the toughest decision of her life, she decided to give my brother and I up for adoption to give us a better life, a mother's sacrifice. My brother and I were supposed to leave on the First Baby Airlift on April 4th but our plans were canceled several days before the departure date. This first (Baby Airlift) flight ended in tragedy, the aircraft crashed shortly after departure. By April 16th all the Baby Airlift missions ended, my brother and I never made it out. I remember praying for God to save us and wondered when or if my prayers will ever be answered.
Toward the end of April, the VC were closing in toward Saigon and curfews were enforced, our chances of leaving Vietnam was slim to none. On the morning of April 28th we received word that the embassy bus would pick us up and take us to the airport. My brother and I and 65 other children boarded a C130 cargo plane less than 24 hours before the Fall of Saigon. We arrived safely in Manilla, that's when we learned of the fate of our beloved country.
I was only 8 years old, I had already lost my Dad & Mom, my brother and I were beginning a new journey but not alone, we had our Heavenly Father by our side. I was experiencing God's Grace & Mercy for the first time, what a gift! God was truly my Hero on that day!
thanks for sharing. It reminds me that God is always here to guide us through everything