We used to live next door to a couple that was a “triage” foster family: when law enforcement had to remove kids from a home, theirs was on the short list of approved foster homes to place the kids in right away. My daughter was in elementary school at the time, and she would go out of her way to introduce herself to the kids and take time to play with them. Several groups of kids came and went before we moved to another state.
Several months after we moved, we were in town visiting, and bumped into the mom of one of my daughter’s classmates. This mom is a child psychologist and she said, “I just wanted you to know- I work a lot with the kids in foster care. And I kept hearing different kids talk about their friend <daughter’s name>. I looked at these kids’ paperwork and saw they had been placed in a home next door to where you all lived. It dawned on me that they were talking about your daughter. Just so you know, she made a lot of difference in helping these kids recover from their trauma.”
She is a freshman in high school, now, and still looks to help others.
Source: Reddit
