After a difficult pregnancy, my parents took a long trip to Chungking, where there was a doctor. I was born in the early hours of the morning. My Dad found someone with a ham radio, and notified our relatives back in the States and Canada of my birth. Because of the time difference, I was born on the 29th, but they received the news on the 28th!
When they were able to be back at their mission station, Chinese people would come from miles around to see the foreign baby. (Being in the interior of China, many Chinese had never seen any foreigners, let alone a foreign baby.) When I was napping, they would patiently wait for me to awaken, and my Dad would use this time to teach them about God and His love for them.
As I grew a little older, my parents would go for walks in the country, with Dad carrying me over his shoulder. We attracted people where-ever we went, and the old Chinese ladies would follow behind and try to stuff candy into my mouth. They were just delighted to see a little white baby and wanted to please.
I am thankful for the love and care of my parents, raising a small child in the interior of China, back in the days when there was not the modern conveniences of the present day.