I am blown away by the PLANET-SIZED HEART this lovely man has.
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You can follow the facebook page of his Tong’s orphanage right here.
This isn’t a new story, but it’s new to me, and because it might be new to others out there too, I felt compelled to share it. According to this, Tong Phuoc Phuc was so outraged by the number of abortions being performed in Vietnam (where it’s basically encouraged with little debate), and was so frustrated with the lack of shelters for women who wanted to KEEP their babies, he decided to create his own.
He provides food and shelter for the women until they give birth, and cares for the children until the moms can afford to care for them on their own. He said he “made a deal with God” years ago, when his wife had complications during labor with their son. He promised that if his wife and child were spared any problems as a result of the difficult birth, he’d figure out a way to help others. And while he watched his wife recuperate, he noticed that many pregnant women entered the delivery room, but left the hospital alone.
“I was wondering, ‘where are the babies?'” he says, cradling an infant in each arm. “Then I realized they had abortions.”
Phuc, a building contractor, started saving money to buy a craggy plot of land outside town. He then began collecting unwanted fetuses from hospitals and clinics to bury in graves on the property. At first, doctors and neighbors thought he had gone mad. Even his wife questioned spending their savings to build a cemetery for aborted babies.
But he kept on, and now some 7,000 tiny plots dot the shady hillside, many marked with bright red, pink and yellow artificial roses.
“I believe these fetuses have souls,” says Phuc, who has two children of his own. “And I don’t want them to be wandering souls.”
Now, Tong’s entire family helps with his shelter:
It’s a full-time operation that involves Phuc’s entire family. His older sister manages the chaos, mixing vats of strained potatoes and carrots and preparing formula for bottles, while shushing crying babies and chasing crawlers. The entrance to the single-level cement house tells the story: rows of bibs, booties, jumpers and spit rags hang drying in the sun.
It costs about $1,800 a month to care for all 33 babies and the women. Phuc gets donations from Catholic and Buddhist organizations and from people who have heard about his work. On a recent day, a local family dropped by with an envelope sent from their daughter in California who had read about Phuc on a Vietnamese Web site. Two years ago, he even got a letter from Vietnamese President Nguyen Minh Triet praising him for caring for women and children scorned by society.
An angel on earth. That’s what Tong Phuoc Phuc is.