Help Joel

Baby Joel doesn’t have a mommy. He’s a little baby boy who is ten months old. He desperately needs rescue. Desperately. Look at him! He’s little and helpless.

I wanted to make him mine. I have asked my husband countless times if we can rescue him. My husband doesn’t see it ever happening.  It’s too much. We never wanted to adopt before.  My husband is supportive of  fund raising efforts,  but we’re not prepared to bring him home.  I’ve lost sleep over him and shed lots of tears over him, but I can’t save him.

Please consider Joel for your family. Please share his picture with a family considering adoption.

I emailed RR about Joel and they told me there has been no inquiries about Joel “in quite some time.” No interest. It struck me as impossible because I think about him all the time. He’s my little male version of Laelia, trapped in an orphanage. And he qualifies, based solely on his physical disability, for a mental institution. And these mental institutions are torture. If I weren’t so dang emotional and could mentally pull Laelia’s face off of this little boy when I think about him, then I would probably be a better advocate for him. But I’m not.

He’s “unadoptable.” There you go. I won’t downplay it. He’s got physical issues. He’ll need physical therapy. I think maybe a surgery could really help him. So would  serial casting. He’ll need splints at night.

His convulsive disorder could be nothing or it could be a terrible nightmare. It could be something he outgrows or something he would need daily medication for. It could be something just neglect and abuse has caused.  It could have caused him damage.  I don’t know.  And no one will know until he’s in a loving home. Because frankly no one cares.

But I do know that he is guarenteed 100% to greatly improve in a loving home.

The plight of Ukrainian orphans is well known. Kids with special needs are transferred out of baby houses/orphanages as little as three years old (Laelia’s age). They are sent to institutions where they don’t live long. A lot of kids die 18 to 24 months after arriving.

Watch this video all the way to the end. Notice the children who died at the end. Notice all the ones with arthrogryposis like Joel.

The system you would be rescuing him from will be heart breaking. People won’t understand why you want a broken child. The workers who are keeping  Joel alive may care for him, but they are completely overworked. And he is hard on them. And he can’t feed himself. And when they make their way down the line of 30+ children during mealtimes, Joel might get missed. He may get his diaper changed once or twice a day.

Oh yeah and it will cost you. Joel won’t be considered fully human by his country, but his ransom will cost you.

And if he’s not saved soon…

“When we arrived at the orphanage we were met by older children without coats, they were begging us to give things to them and not to the directors. It is very hard to write about the rest of this part of the trip. I cannot give a step by step account because we were all in a state of shock. We spoke to the director about our program and he told us that he knows the children need more but he said, ‘I cannot ask my workers to do more, they work very hard, clearing the road, shoveling snow, cleaning the floors and the children, they have not time, they must work very hard all day and then they must dig graves and bury children.’ What do you say to that? Still, the staff took us around to show us how it is. Words don’t come to mind, most of our team was crying and could not stop. Dark hallways, screaming, children clustered together in freezing rooms, some in strait-jackets, haunted looking crying, asking if they were good, asking for food. Water dripping from the dark ceilings, mold everywhere. We held children who were 10 and 13 years old in our arms like infants. One team member said later that she never knew that humans are like fish and will only grow to the size of their environment. One team member threw up outside. Children never leave their beds in some rooms. These children are ages 4-16. In other rooms they leave to go to a room with just a bench and nothing else in it. They hold each other -rocking one another. I have never seen such deprivation and our photographer said it best when he said it was a concentration camp for children. Sorry, this is such a hard part to write but I looked in the eyes of many children who are dying. Their tiny bones fit into the palm of my hands. Their skeleton faces begging for help. No one in our team has really slept since.” –Ukraine: Death Camps, for Children (

Proverbs 24:11-12.

11 Rescue those being led away to death;
hold back those staggering toward slaughter.
12 If you say, “But we knew nothing about this,”
does not he who weighs the heart perceive it?
Does not he who guards your life know it?
Will he not repay everyone according to what they have done?

Help me advocate for this little guy. Share his picture! Share his link on Facebook! ( Share his story! Share and show and tell and speak up! His mom is already in love with him, she just doesn’t know him yet! Help me find her. Please.



One Response to “Help Joel”

  1. Melissa Rowe says:

    I feel for these children. I wish we were in a position to adopt a child! I want this poor little guy to have a chance. And after watching how much Laelia has accomplished…he could be in a similar place. I hope somebody takes him. All of this is planting little seeds.

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