Tanu’s Story

I am Tanu. My father was an alcoholic.

He physically abused my mother. When I was 2 years old, my father poured kerosene into my mother’s eyes and lit a fire.

My mother grabbed me and ran. But fire burned her, and she died. My left leg and other body parts were burned and have deformities with my right leg. I was in the hospital fighting for my life. My brother who is 2 years older than me was taken by my father’s relatives. 

No one wanted to care for me or accept me into their home.

Hospitals placed an ad in the local newspaper seeking someone to take me. I couldn’t walk, my left leg was burned and lost from knee down. Finally, my uncle decided to take care of me. He asked the hospitals for treatment. Unfortunately, my uncle died not long after. I was left alone again.

Someone asked Goodnews Boys home whether they will take me.

You can imagine someone who is not able to walk, but crawl needs help everyday even for necessities. After much thought and discussion, they decided to take me. They loved and cared for me and provided treatment through the hospital. As time went on, I improved a little, and was provided with prosthetics. They bought me a wheelchair. I want to continue my education, and study electronics.

I have A’s in school, and without help, I will not be able to continue my education.

There are limitations to what I can do. But there are things I can do even if I am in a wheelchair. With your help, I can make a living by completing my studies and earn a living and not be a burden for anyone.

I am thankful to Good News Boys Home and Hope for Life Ministries for their unselfish love, and help to achieve my dream.

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