In the early 70s, agencies turned us down unless we wanted to adopt a son w/mental or physical disability or a minority child. We applied for a multi-racial child. People freely voiced their opinions (we are Caucasian), including the one above that we were not Dale Evans-Roy Rogers who could adopt multiple children and live on a mountain top. Months later, we received a Scandinavian child! He will soon be 41, has a degree in Ethnic Studies (he is my son!), and adopted a beautiful little girl who is Mexican and Jewish. What a wonderful circle. I couldn’t be prouder or love him more.