East Coast Radio personality and DJ Lucky Du Plessis tugged on social media’s heartstrings when he took to social media to share his adoption story and how a family who loved him took him in and ultimately changed his life.
Lucky shared how he believed his guardians when he was young were his biological parents and revealed that he, until today, doesn’t know his official birth date.
As he shares his story, Lucky sets the scene as he details how his caretaker at the time enrolled him in Florida Afrikaans Primary School because he could only speak Afrikaans, and, therefore, had to be enrolled in an Afrikaans school. The DJ adds that the school was filled with white pupils and he had a hard time making friends because of his race. However, he quickly made friends with a boy named Charl – and his life changed forever.
“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. They looked after me for many years before they adopted me; the person I stayed with was a drug addict and alcohol abuser,” Lucky detailed in a lengthy post on Twitter.
Charl’s monther, Mariki Du Plessis, found herself taking Lucky home quite often after school because of her son’s budding friendship with the presenter. Lucky lived in a single room outside the house that his father was restoring. There was no electricity, although there was running water. The two people Lucky believed to be his parents and himself shared this room.
Lucky soon crept into the heart of the Du Plessis family and when taking part in a school production, Lucky stayed over at the Du Plessis family and never really left after that. At first, Marikie took Lucky home on Fridays, but he stayed with the family from Monday evening onward. His mother preferred this arrangement – she had lost her job, and the building foreman was not earning money.
Lucky was eventually adopted by the Du Plessis family and his life changed forever.
Read Lucky’s beautiful adoption story in full:
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
— lucky2plus3 (@Lucky2plus3) November 17, 2020
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
— lucky2plus3 (@Lucky2plus3) November 17, 2020
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"
— lucky2plus3 (@Lucky2plus3) November 17, 2020
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
— lucky2plus3 (@Lucky2plus3) November 17, 2020
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— lucky2plus3 (@Lucky2plus3) November 17, 2020
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
— lucky2plus3 (@Lucky2plus3) November 17, 2020
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
— lucky2plus3 (@Lucky2plus3) November 17, 2020
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
— lucky2plus3 (@Lucky2plus3) November 17, 2020
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
— lucky2plus3 (@Lucky2plus3) November 17, 2020
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
— lucky2plus3 (@Lucky2plus3) November 17, 2020
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
— lucky2plus3 (@Lucky2plus3) November 17, 2020
Adopt and make a diffrence, because it matters. #AdoptionStories #adoptionday
— lucky2plus3 (@Lucky2plus3) November 17, 2020
