HELP! I HAVE ALREADY BEEN TRANSFERRED!
Don't mind the pink shirt, this is a boy!
From his medical records: Congenital defect of the central nervous system, rachischisis of transverse part of spine, internal hydrocephalus, ventriculoperitoneostomia, flail legs (low extremities paraparesis).
Hanson has been transferred to the mental institution already. He is living in a very rural place, and is a "lost boy" now. Hope someone will advocate for him!
I have mentioned before that children with mental and/or physical dissabilites (even mild ones- ones that would be easily fixed in the U.S.)in this particular country are typically transferred from "baby houses" to adult mental insitutions around the age of 4. Sometimes, if they're "lucky" (like you can call it that), the baby houses will keep them for a little while longer. Hanson was born in September of 2005 and was *just* transferred to one of these instituions, like within the last month.
The Nalle Family know all too well what this institution is like. They resued their son, Aaron, from this same place last year. Here are Julia Nalle's words about sweet Hanson. Click on their name to view the Nalle's blog and see what a beautiful transformation their "Lost Boy" has made in the last year.
A Lost Boy
At Aaron's old institute
I can tell you what he does every day.
The boys who lay in the cribs NEVER EVER EVER go out.
They lay there day after day.
No one EVER picks them up.
There are too many with too little caretakers to watch over them.
They become stiff in their beds.
Hanson is there.
He is a Lost Boy.
He will die there.
Along with the other 40 boys who are laying in their cribs.
Hour after hour.
Day after lonely day.
There is hope for him if someone would be willing to cross the ocean and get him.
He has not been there long.
There is hope.
I've heard that some people don't like to call adoption rescue.
I don't know what else to call it.
For Hanson - It is rescue. Pure and simple.
“Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’
“The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’