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Love’s Orphan
My Journey of Hope and Faith
Ildiko Scott
Love’s Orphan
My Journey of Hope and Faith
Ildiko Scott
Love's Orphan: My Journey of Hope and Faith
Copyright © 2016 by Ildiko Scott
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ISBN 13
Hardcover: 978-1-63132-026-2
Paperback: 978-1-63132-030-9
ISBN 10
Hardcover: 1-63132-026-4
paperback: 1-63132-030-0
Library of Congress Control Number: 2016930463
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Contents
Foreword..........................................................................................9
Prologue..........................................................................................11
1. My Father......................................................................................15 2. My Mother....................................................................................29
3. My Childhood..............................................................................45
4. The Orphanage.............................................................................59
5. The Revolution..............................................................................73
6. The Occupation.............................................................................91
7. Hard Years...................................................................................101
8. Young Love ..................................................................................117
9. Leaving Hungary.......................................................................125
10. America........................................................................................133
11. High School .................................................................................149
12. University Girl.............................................................................167
13. Back to Hungary.........................................................................177
14. Jud.................................................................................................185
15. True Love.....................................................................................199
16. Our Big Day................................................................................215
17. Career Years.................................................................................233
18. Our Family..................................................................................251
19. Faith and Hope...........................................................................259
Epilogue.......................................................................................273
Acknowledgments........................................................................277
Foreword
One early spring evening, I was driving home from work just as the sun was setting behind Mount Diablo in northern California. The sky was coral-red with contrasting puffy gray clouds, and the hills were vivid green and smelling fresh from the winter rains. I couldn’t help but say a simple prayer of thanks to God for all this beauty around me. As I drove into our beautiful and peaceful neighborhood I gave thanks, as I always do, for my many blessings, for my wonderful husband, for our amazing children, for our many special friends, and for all the opportunities I have been given in this great country called the United Sates of America.
How did I get here? Where did the master plan for my life come from? I do believe there is a plan for everyone’s life and that we follow the path set out for us. While I know all this I am still in awe of the fact that I am here and in America against all odds. Though I know I will never lose my Hungarian roots, I also know that the day I became an American citizen in 1971—when I pledged allegiance to the flag of this country—America became my homeland. It was a long road, but it has been worth it every step of the way.
I have often wondered if I should write about my long journey from Hungary to America. I would think, Who wants to read another life story? Doesn’t everyone have a story to tell? Though I resisted for many years writing about my life, the supportive prompting of many of my acquaintances, my friends, and most important my husband and children, helped me decide to write my story.
Though some of this now seems so long ago, from another time and place, I still believe it is a story that will inspire people. It is a story of survival and hope. It is a story of overcoming rejection, pain, and loneliness as a child. It is a story about finding faith in God.
It is my hope that as you read this book you will find that you can also change your destiny in spite of the current circumstances you find yourself in. You can let go of the pain and forgive everyone who hurt you. You can be free to become the person God intends you to be.
I would like to thank my husband, Jud, who encouraged me for so many years to write my story. I also would like to thank our son, Nathan, and our daughter, Lauren, because they convinced me that my story would be a legacy they could pass on to their children. After all, this is their story too!
Prologue
We visited Hungary, the country of my birth, with our children the summer before my mother got sick. Nathan was six and Lauren was almost three. The first thing I wanted to do was return to the orphanage to have a picture taken at the back of the courtyard where I used to sit by the iron fence and dream of freedom; where I would look outside and wonder what life would be like if I ever got out of there.
I spent some of the loneliest times of my life at this orphanage, and my “special” spot by the fence had taken on deep significance in my memory and heart. I would sit there hoping, nearly always in vain, that my mother would come see me. I would watch families walking by, parents holding the hands of their children,