Just watched "Blindside" which is the true story of Michael Ohr, the NFL football player. I still have to contain myself from the sobs. He was adopted by a wealthy family that truly loved him, accepted him and helped him become successful in his talent. (He scored extremely high on 'protectiveness'.)
I have always believed that if I have something beautiful, I can share it with others less fortunate. I love that and for years it was my passion. I admit that I love beauty, but I love children more....I mean after all, they are beautiful aren't they? I guess I'll see what is meant to be.