A HAND FOR ME
Inspired by a True Adoption Story
A Hand for Me explores the impact of adoption and the unbreakable bonds of family in the healing of our wounds.
Robby's early life is marked by rejection and uncertainty. But when Catherine opens her heart and home to him through adoption, everything changes.
A fictionalized account inspired by true life events.
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THE STORY
Sometimes, the greatest gift is a second chance at family.
At three years old, Robby faces rejection from his birth mother and the harsh reality of life in an orphanage. For two years, he endures the emotional rollercoaster of trial days with potential parents, only to be returned each time.
But when Catherine chooses to adopt him, she offers more than just a home. She offers hope.
As Robby grows, so do the challenges. His early trauma shapes his personality, leading him from a mischievous boy into a free-spirited young man. With Catherine's unwavering support, he discovers the strength to forge his own path—one in which he can belong, adventure, and eventually gain reconciliation with his past.
Inspired by true events, A Hand for Me is a deeply moving exploration of the transformative power of adoption and the unbreakable bond of a mother’s commitment.
Diane M. Dresback’s story will touch your heart and renew your faith that unconditional love can heal even the deepest wounds. It reminds us that family is not defined by blood but by the choices we make and the love we share.
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(1956)
A boy in the squeaky bed beside Robby yelled, “Quit crying, baby.”
Robby turned his back to the mean kid. He pulled the thin blanket tight to his chin, sniffed, and wiped his runny nose on the pillowcase. He did not want to cry, but something seemed wrong. The aching in his tummy would not stop, and it kept making gurgling noises. He was hungry. Where was his Mommy? Surely, she would come to take him home the next day. Robby must have made her mad again. He would promise not to be bad anymore.
He sat up, looking around the long, dim room. Lots of other boys slept in beds, and he counted them. There were ten, with Robby being number seven in the line. A glow came from beneath one cover—perhaps from a flashlight?
Robby’s tummy growled like an angry dog again, but he had no food, no water, and he had forgotten to eat dinner in the huge room where all the kids had been so loud. Why couldn’t he have gone home to eat with his family?
Was Sandra there too, in another room? He hadn’t seen his big sister or his baby brother either, and Mrs. Willis, the fat, funny-smelling woman, didn’t tell him anything besides where to sleep. Where did his Mommy and Daddy go? Why was he in this strange, scary place all by himself?