I’m Black. My parents are white.
They didn’t rescue me — they believed in who I could become 🤍✨.

🎒 I was once a frightened kid in the system, drifting from place to place, never unpacking because nothing ever felt permanent.
Then came John and Linda — two people I never imagined would become my definition of home 🏡💫.

👮‍♂️ John, a former police officer, taught me what fairness truly means when life isn’t fair.
He’d look at me and say, “You don’t have to be perfect. Just keep showing up. Be steady.” 💬🤍
Those words stayed with me — shaping who I became.

🍽️ Their home gave me structure, safety, consequences, and grace.
It offered second chances when I stumbled — and slowly, quietly, it became my home 🤍🌱.

⭐ Today, I wear the badge.
I knock on doors for the right reasons — because years ago, someone in uniform reached out instead of turning away.

🫶 Now, I carry that forward.
Because love doesn’t look like us — it stands with us.
And belief, when given freely, can change the course of a life ✨🤍.