Amazing, on the night before my daughter's birthday, I should hear about Betty Tisdale again. She's the hero, the saint, the angel, who brought Jill from An Lac Orphanage in Vietnam many years ago. She was on Dateline last night. I wasn't watching it. I was watching a taped episode of Alias, and when I stopped it, there was Betty. A face from the past. A friend from the past.
She's one of the people who taught me I can change the world. Read an entry from a past blog, about Jill's favorite bedtime story. The story of how I met Jill and immediately fell in love with her.
Today, my darling Jill is 32. Legally at least. Because of her adventures getting out of Vietnam as an infant, we know she's actually a few months younger. We didn't want to make waves and get her birth certificate changed, so she kept May 29th as her birthday.
Betty Tisdale remains my hero. My daughter, Jill Hong, remains my dearest, sweetest, precious one. Happy birthday, darling. What a gift you are!