That afternoon a call came from a social worker. A little black boy needed a foster home. He was eleven months old and had only half of his brain. He was spastic, quadriplegic, blind, couldn't eat, had breathing problems and would probably die soon. As I stood there listening to her describe the poor child, I was thinking, "No, please, Lord, not another one so hard Not so soon. Oh, Lord, I don't want to...I don't want to... We Carry Gold relates the journey of one family in the exploration of faith, disability, race relations, and many more social issues. Relive Carlene's experiences as she...
That afternoon a call came from a social worker. A little black boy needed a foster home. He was eleven months old and had only half of his brain. He ...
