Those in the abortion fight try to act like there are only two choices a woman can make when she is faced with a “crisis” pregnancy. Those choices being keeping the child or aborting it. Yet adoption seems to be thrown out as an option entirely. You will hear women say, “I could never give up my child.” But you could kill your child, is that it? “What if ended up in a bad home?” And killing it is better than a “bad home.”
I am adopted so I take issue with all the reasons one has for not giving up their child for adoption. But I am not going to tell you my story. I am going to tell you the story of my brother, Jeffrey Alan Leichnitz. He recently passed away on December 18th, 2015 and though it cut like a knife when I first heard the news and I am not sure how I am going to get through my difficult times without calling up my brother, I know one thing: his story needs to be told.
Jeff was an incredible man and he had such love for everyone he met. He had a way of touching people’s lives and leaving them better than how he found them. That was true of me. Jeff was my first friend and my longest as well. I thought a lot of my brother, in fact, here is an article I wrote about him five years ago: https://blacknright.wordpress.com/30-days-of-heroes/jeff-leichnitz-august-13-2010/ Yet there would be no relationship had his mother not given up for adoption. He first came into the Leichnitz home when he was a mere nine days old. However, it would take two years of court dates and fighting for him before he was finally allowed to be adopted.
For many people that is a real fear, having a child come into your home learning to love them and then have the state take them away. Of course, that is a possibility even if the child is biologically yours as well. Jeff and I were both fought for and we both ended up with loving parents. Adoption gave my brother a home. It gave him two sisters and a brother who all loved him dearly. I was the closest to him, but all of us loved him.
Right before he died my sister-in-law told me that he told her, “I miss my Mom.” and when she responded back that she also missed her mother as well, he told her, “No, you don’t understand, I really miss my Mom.” He wasn’t talking about hs birth mother, he was talking about our mother. The woman that raised us and loved us. The woman that went out to see him in Oklahoma. The woman that worried about him. No matter what scrapes they had along the way, the truly loved one another.
The love of the Leichnitz clan created a truly great man. He was a man that loved his family. He was a man that loved Jesus Christ and dedicated his life to walking the walk. He was not a perfect man, none of us are, but always did his best to become a better man than he was before. A friend of my brother’s, David Webster, wrote my brother helped him get is business up and running. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jm_Iv2yJxB0&feature=youtu.be because that is the kind of man my brother was. To paraphrase Frank Capra: To my brother, Jeff, the richest man in town!
I could go on forever, but I think you get the point. But if you want to hear more stories, watch this video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H1P2gHWF8fg. In the end, I would like to make clear, when you adopt a child, you are adopting the Jeffs of the world. You are making a difference in one person’s life forever and then they can make a difference in the lives of others. You are not taking in someone else’s throwaway, you are actually getting the gold they could not keep. There are those of us, who cannot adopt as much as our heart desires wants to, it breaks our heart to not be able to take in a child. But for those who can open your hearts and homes to the Jeffreys of the world. You will not regret it.