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Jim and
                   mom, Irene



                                                                                                    Jim at
                                                                                                    2 years old



         Why I Give to Shepherds







                                             A Donors Story



                                By James M. Liebler, Esquire
                                The year was 1964. The place was      law—a decision no doubt influenced by Judge Black’s kindness to
                                County, Michigan. My parents were young,    me when I was a child. Like my parents, she was also an earthly
                                unwed, and in college. Caring for a   angel. Because she looked beyond the simplistic diagnosis in my
                                newborn wasn’t in their plans. Placed in   file and my dire physical circumstances, she helped unlock the
                                the foster care system, I became a ward of   possibilities for a full and meaningful life.
                                the state.                             God used Judge Black to connect me to my adoptive parents.
          By the time my first birthday arrived, I was covered in bed sores,   My parents gave me the capacity to overcome all obstacles,
          malnourished, and under-developed physically, cognitively and   enabling me to grow into the man I am today, with my own
          emotionally. I was labeled “special needs” with little hope of ever   beautiful wife and family. I thank God daily for Mom and Dad. I
          maturing into a so-called “normal” child. The clinical report in the   also thank Him for my birth parents. Even though we may never
          court records was cold and to the point: “Mentally handicapped.   meet, I’m grateful they chose to give me the gift of life.
          Below average in every developmental area.”                  Sometimes people ask me: “Why are you so passionate about
                 When Probate Judge Vera I. Black read those words, God’s   the work of Shepherds?” The answer is this: I see myself in the
          promise in Jeremiah 1:5 was playing out: “Before I formed you in   population Shepherds serves.
          the womb, I knew you” (NIV). Years earlier, the Lord had formed          Too often in their lives outside of Shepherds, residents and
          a friendship between the Judge and a godly couple who would   students have been told what they can’t do instead of what they
          become my adoptive parents, my earthly angels.        can do and what they can become. People have treated them
                 It wasn’t surprising that Judge Black asked my Mom and   as disabled rather than as completely able to accomplish great
          Dad if they would be willing to look after me. She knew they   things. The blessings they can be to their families, churches and
          had fostered and adopted other, similar children, and would be   communities often go unclaimed, stifled by simplistic diagnoses,
          undaunted by my challenges. Although in their mid-forties, they   unwarranted prejudice, or preconceived notions that have no basis.
          graciously welcomed me as an additional blessing to their family.         But guided by a model that emphasizes Appropriate
                 For the next several months, Mom and Dad (Irene and Orville)   Independence™, the beautiful people at Shepherds are
          were relentless in tackling my ailments. They used heat lamps to   empowered to lead meaningful, extraordinary lives! Shepherds is
          heal my bed sores. They helped develop my long-neglected motor   blessed to have its own “angels” who work to make that dream a
          skills. They provided nutrient-rich foods that I previously lacked   reality through Shepherds College.
          and now craved. In fact, at one point I consumed so many carrots          For people at Shepherds, it begins as it began for me: with
          that my skin took on an orangish hue!                 someone believing in the value of the individual as a unique
                 But most of all – and most importantly – my adoptive parents   creation, crafted in the image of God, needing only abundant love
          didn’t just heal me physically. They healed me spiritually and   and attention to thrive in body, mind and spirit. That’s the beauty
          emotionally. From the start they loved me abundantly and   of Shepherds! That’s the beauty of God calling each of us to serve
          unconditionally. Even at an early age, they made known to me their   one another in love. And that’s the beauty of the God we serve—
          unshakeable faith in Jesus Christ—in His power to redeem us, body   the God who cares for us as we are, who never abandons us or
          and soul, and to deliver us from evil no matter our circumstances.   views our lives as insignificant.
          With that kind of love and support, I began to flourish.         “For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you
                 When I became a young man, I decided to pursue a career in   in all your ways.” — Psalm 91:11 NIV

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