I met my now brother Charl at school, he was 6 and I was 5, he was the only afrikaans kid who wanted to be friends with me in the entire afrikaans school, a few years later his parents decided to adopt me. #AdoptionStories #Thread

They looked after me for many years before they adopted me, the person I stayed with was a drug addict and alcohol abuser. It's one of the main reasons I have never done anything heavier than Weed and schrooms. #AdoptionStories #Thread

One year my now mother Mickey asked me when my birthday was, I told her "I don't know, the school hasn't given me one" doing what she does best she asked the school and they told her "We don't have a birthday for Lucky"

After many discussions with the school Mickey l got the school to allow her to take me to Sandton clinic and they scanned the 3 finger: index, middle and ring finger on my rand hand. And they worked out I was born in 1987 between July and September #AdoptionStories

Mickey then chose the middle month August and the middle Day 15th and that is now my birthday.
I think everyone thinks their birthday is special but mine feels extra special. #AdoptionStories #Thread

One year after I started staying permanently with my new family because the person who looked after me just left me for a week without a single thing to eat or drink. Mickey started to worry because Charl kept telling her that he hasn't seen me at school #AdoptionStories #Thread

Growing up in an Afrikaans school we played Rugby, it was a religion in this part of town. My brother Charl was good without even trying. I wasnt good because of my size. Whenever I played it hurt so I would stop or cry... #AdoptionStories #Thread

Charl didn't have any of this because our Dad was a 1st team stellenbosh player. Charl would tell me things like "You can't cry in Rugby you just have to have to hit them back harder" so one day he strapped padding to a tree... #AdoptionStories #Thread

And he made me hit it 20 times on each shoulder everyday. He made me hard because he saw how much I wanted to play rugby. Even though he didn't enjoy it as much. In grade5 he was the first kid to play 1st team for the primary school. And and I was the second. #AdoptionStories

Rugby changed my life when I was younger. It gave me opportunities that I could of never had. I ended up playing craven week twice and got a scholarship to St Stithians. But it all started with a blond haired blue eyed boy who didn't see color just a friend... #AdoptionStories

Adoption is absolutely amazing. Because you are giving someone another chance at life. Thank you to all those amazing people who have done that. All those Mickey's out there who didn't care that the church kicked them out because their son was black. #AdoptionStories

Adopt and make a diffrence, because it matters. #AdoptionStories #adoptionday