Why China?

I used to really like Life Magazine, especially the year end issues with their famous photos. When they went from a weekly magazine to a monthly one, I subscribed and got a copy of "The Year in Pictures". I think is was the year of 1992, published in 1993. But, I could be off one year. It has been a while. There was a picture of a small baby, swaddled in a white blanket. He was lying in a stand of trees. The picture showed the forest to be dark with the child really standing out in his white swaddling. The photographer took the child as he seemed to be without any companions. The photographer knew he couldn't just keep him so he and his travel companions delivered the child to a hospital in the nearest large city. He was told the child had a serious heart defect. It was reported that the child died three days later. I cried over that picture and although I cry easily, it hit my unusually hard. I tore it out and put it in my wallet. I felt called to action. Even with my many imperfections, I knew I most probably could have helped. I opened an account with Vanguard and began putting $85 a month into my adoption fund. And then, I went on with life. Some time later, I was in Bloomingdales in Chicago when I was accosted by two men who simply asked for my wallet. They were in my personal space and I felt terribly threatened. It was just a wallet - I quickly turned it over. I got on the phone and started calling the credit card companies but not quickly enough. They had actually used my card already. I had tickets to go see Angels in America, Part II and missed half of the show. I lost the picture. But, the fund continued as did my certainty that I was to build my family through adoption.