Last week, Angelina Jolie went to Viet Nam to adopt another child, a 3 year old boy. She hauled her other two adopted children across the world in a private jet to pick young Pax -whose name she changed from Pham Quang Sang to Pax Thien Jolie. Both names are sort of the same because they begin with the letter P. A new name, a new family, photographers chasing SUV’s carrying young Pham-Pax and then Angie brings a photog from People Magazine into their hotel room to take pictures of Pham -Pax (which sounds sort of like Tampax) while PP is asleep in bed with brand new big brother, Maddox, whom Pham-Pax had met for the first time the day before. What young child who doesn’t speak the same language as brand new mummy, bro and sis, wouldn’t love all that excitement? And to be photographed with another boy in bed?
There isn’t an award on the planet that sums up Jolie’s compassion, sacrifice and humanity. We need something bigger than the Nobel Peace Prize, Pulitzer and the Oscars combined to honor her. And Donald Trump. And the guy who invented soft & easy contemporary favorites.
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