Little Noah is 3 1/2 years old. Just looking at this little rascal, you would never imagine the horror he suffered when he was a toddler.

Noah was left at our front gate. He was malnourished, hardly had any hair, bloated belly, but he had been beaten, and he had teeth marks on him. And oh yes, he was missing a tooth. He even had marks on his back. We never found his father or mother, although we wanted to. He was very sick and Kaeli, our missionary at that time, spent a lot of time with him at our ER.

No matter what he went through, “love” was the greatest medicine. Noah began to talk and communicate. Now, he is just so, so sweet… He will always run up and give you a “bear hug!” He wraps his arms around your neck as if you were the last person on the Earth. He works hard and does anything that is asked. And oh yes, he loves to eat!

He is in kindergarten and doing well!!! Noah loves to play soccer, and he has some major “dance moves,” which is nothing he has learned… it just comes naturally. He rarely moves his feet, but everything else is moving! He loves church, and he loves to praise the Lord! Well, I’m so glad he was “left” as a special gift to all of us! We love this little, “big stalky, tough-looking, heart-melting sweetie, Noah!” I love that name for Noah!!! Sherry