{"id":7544,"date":"2025-12-14T08:55:11","date_gmt":"2025-12-14T08:55:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/?p=7544"},"modified":"2025-12-14T08:55:11","modified_gmt":"2025-12-14T08:55:11","slug":"weighing-just-2-pounds-we-tested-positive-for-crack-cocaine-twins-adopted-by-abusive-family-overcome-childhood-trauma-to-advocate-for-kids-in-broken-foster-care","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/?p=7544","title":{"rendered":"\u2018Weighing just 2 pounds, we tested positive for crack cocaine.\u2019: Twins adopted by abusive family overcome childhood trauma to advocate for kids in \u2018broken\u2019 foster care system"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cOur biological mother, Patricia, was using drugs while she was pregnant with us. To be more specific, she was doing crack cocaine. The whole time she was pregnant with us, she never visited the hospital. In fact, she didn\u2019t even know she was pregnant with twins. When she finally went into labor, I (Davon) came out first. Afterwards, when they were getting ready to close her up, they discovered another baby stuck under her rib cage (it was my brother Tavon). They said we were so small we could\u2019ve fit in a shoe box, weighing only about 2lbs each. We also came back positive for crack, so we were considered \u2018crack babies.\u2019 Immediately, DSS got involved and they took us out of the hospital. Our other family members fought to get us, but in the end none of them were able to.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-7545\" src=\"http:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Davon_Woods_Childhood_Trauma1-898x1600-1-168x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"168\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Davon_Woods_Childhood_Trauma1-898x1600-1-168x300.jpg 168w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Davon_Woods_Childhood_Trauma1-898x1600-1-575x1024.jpg 575w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Davon_Woods_Childhood_Trauma1-898x1600-1-768x1368.jpg 768w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Davon_Woods_Childhood_Trauma1-898x1600-1-862x1536.jpg 862w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Davon_Woods_Childhood_Trauma1-898x1600-1.jpg 898w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 168px) 100vw, 168px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>We were placed into foster care and at the age of two, we got adopted by the Woods family. My biological name was originally Daquane Shamar Jacobs and my brother\u2019s name was Tavon Lamar Jacobs. Once we got adopted by the Woods family, they changed our names to Davon Sammie Woods and Tavon Sammie Woods. Growing up was very hard because we didn\u2019t know anything about the family we were staying with, we didn\u2019t know anything about ourselves, and we didn\u2019t know anything about our biological family. We had so many questions but all were left unanswered. We felt like we were just a check in our parent\u2019s eyes. They never told us they loved us, we got beaten for small issues, and we were never given a voice. They would yell at us for no reason, and we often endured a lot of verbal abuse.<\/p>\n<p>I tried to commit suicide multiple times; I didn\u2019t want to live anymore because of how we were being treated, but the only reason I didn\u2019t was because of my brother. I didn\u2019t want him to be alone. We started smoking and drinking around the age of 11. We were dealing with so much at a young age and we were afraid to tell people what was going on. We were afraid of our parents and what they would do. I remember nights on my knees praying to God, asking him why he had to put us through what we were going through. We didn\u2019t do too well in school. We were barely making it because we were too worried about everything but school.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-7546\" src=\"http:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Davon_Woods_Childhood_Trauma5-900x1200-1-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Davon_Woods_Childhood_Trauma5-900x1200-1-225x300.jpg 225w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Davon_Woods_Childhood_Trauma5-900x1200-1-768x1024.jpg 768w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Davon_Woods_Childhood_Trauma5-900x1200-1.jpg 900w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>We found our biological family when we were 17 years old in Sumter, SC at the shopping mall. We were on the way back from Columbia, SC and Tavon said, \u2018Let\u2019s stop at the mall in Sumter.\u2019 I was like, \u2018No, I don\u2019t want to go there,\u2019 but we ended up going anyway. As we were leaving Rue 21, this guy approached us and said, \u2018Y\u2019all look like my cousin\u2019 and in our head we were like \u2018everyone says that.\u2019 then we told him our biological last name and he was like, \u2018Y\u2019all are my cousins and we have been looking for y\u2019all for years.\u2019 That\u2019s when he started calling all of our family members and connecting us with everyone.<\/p>\n<p>Soon enough, we started sneaking and going to see our biological family. We would tell our adopted parents we were going to do something else. But when we met our biological family, it was very emotional and it felt weird because we never knew anything about them. When we finally met them, it was very different from anything we imagined. For example, our biological mother didn\u2019t really show the affection we expected. Once we graduated high school, we went to school for modeling and acting. We did that for a few years and then we got introduced to the street life. We started selling drugs at the age of 18-19, and that\u2019s when our life started to change tremendously. We were still hurting and dealing with issues from our past, so we thought smoking, drinking, running the streets, having sex, etc. would allow us to forget about the pain. We always wanted to do something positive in life, but our past had us messed up so bad and we didn\u2019t know what love was. For this reason, it was so hard to love others.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-7547\" src=\"http:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Davon_Woods_Childhood_Trauma10-900x1200-1-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Davon_Woods_Childhood_Trauma10-900x1200-1-225x300.jpg 225w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Davon_Woods_Childhood_Trauma10-900x1200-1-768x1024.jpg 768w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Davon_Woods_Childhood_Trauma10-900x1200-1.jpg 900w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-7548\" src=\"http:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Davon_Woods_Childhood_Trauma2-900x613-1-300x204.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"204\" srcset=\"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Davon_Woods_Childhood_Trauma2-900x613-1-300x204.jpg 300w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Davon_Woods_Childhood_Trauma2-900x613-1-768x523.jpg 768w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Davon_Woods_Childhood_Trauma2-900x613-1.jpg 900w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>In 2016, our little brother got shot and killed. He was only 17 years old. When that happened, it changed our lives forever. Me and my brother moved around a lot in life and eventually settled on moving to Georgia; we wanted to start a new journey. But when we moved to Georgia, it seemed like our life got even crazier. We started hanging with guys that were associated with gangs. Me and my brother watched people get shot right in front of us. There were times we got guns drawn on us and we could\u2019ve lost our lives. It seemed like every day something bad was happening and that\u2019s when we decided to seek a major change. I knew if we kept living the way we were, we wouldn\u2019t be here today.<\/p>\n<p>One day, our brother-in-law and sister came to see us and asked us if we wanted to go to church. We were just about to go smoke and weren\u2019t going to go, but we went anyway. That\u2019s when we started going regularly and we gave our life to God. He transformed our whole life around. We always wanted to do right in life, but we never had any directions. When we came in contact with God, he gave us direction. Our goal is now to fight for every child in the foster care system and be able to give them the opportunity to be kids; we just want the world to know what we had to go through and what every child has to experience in this foster care system.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-7549\" src=\"http:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Davon_Woods_Childhood_Trauma11-900x1200-1-225x300.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Davon_Woods_Childhood_Trauma11-900x1200-1-225x300.jpeg 225w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Davon_Woods_Childhood_Trauma11-900x1200-1-768x1024.jpeg 768w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Davon_Woods_Childhood_Trauma11-900x1200-1.jpeg 900w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>My brother and I had an opportunity to work at a group home called AMIkids and since that very first day there, the kids were attached to us because they had staff that could relate to them. My brother and I would spend so much time with those kids. They were always so excited to see us coming to work; we understood those kids. We worked there for a year and we impacted so many kid\u2019s lives, but the owner and the director didn\u2019t like what we were doing. There were a lot of issues taking place there so we would call the state and AMIkids\u2019 headquarters because of how the kids were being treated, but those call and emails didn\u2019t help. Even after countless numbers of complaints, nothing ever happened. They wouldn\u2019t allow the kids to go off campus, they wouldn\u2019t allow the kids to spend their own money, they wouldn\u2019t allow the kids to do a lot of things. Those kids were screaming for help, but help never came.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-7550\" src=\"http:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Davon_Woods_Childhood_Trauma18-900x673-1-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" srcset=\"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Davon_Woods_Childhood_Trauma18-900x673-1-300x224.jpg 300w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Davon_Woods_Childhood_Trauma18-900x673-1-768x574.jpg 768w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Davon_Woods_Childhood_Trauma18-900x673-1-800x600.jpg 800w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Davon_Woods_Childhood_Trauma18-900x673-1.jpg 900w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>One day, my brother and I came to work and we weren\u2019t scheduled to work at that time. They told us we had to leave because they had us working the night shift after, even we had already told them we couldn\u2019t work night shifts. We realized they were doing all they could to have a reason to fire us. When they told us to leave the facility, we didn\u2019t. We told them we would stay until our scheduled time because we wanted to spend time with the kids. That\u2019s when they told us if we didn\u2019t leave the facility they would call the police on us, so we finally left and they suspended us for a week. Next thing we knew, they fired us. Those kids were broken once we left. Now, a lot of our kids that were trying to change their lives are locked up or on drugs really bad, without a positive mentor. Most of them aren\u2019t doing anything with their life.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-7551\" src=\"http:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Davon_Woods_Childhood_Trauma8-900x1200-1-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Davon_Woods_Childhood_Trauma8-900x1200-1-225x300.jpg 225w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Davon_Woods_Childhood_Trauma8-900x1200-1-768x1024.jpg 768w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Davon_Woods_Childhood_Trauma8-900x1200-1.jpg 900w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Eventually, I found other work making 6k a month, but my journey helping kids wasn\u2019t over. Despite the financial comfort, I decided to quit my job so I could focus on these kids. I realized we are their voice and they need people like us. Fighting for kids in the foster care system is my passion and I love being the voice for the children who are voiceless. These innocent kids are being abused, raped, molested, neglected, beat to death, and so much more. Our mission is to build the biggest facility in the world for kids in the system and give them a life they never had. We plan to travel all around the world to fight for each and every child who has been failed by this wicked system. Doing what we do isn\u2019t easy, but it\u2019s most definitely worth it.\u201d<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-7552\" src=\"http:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Davon_Woods_Childhood_Trauma16-900x905-1-298x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"298\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Davon_Woods_Childhood_Trauma16-900x905-1-298x300.jpg 298w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Davon_Woods_Childhood_Trauma16-900x905-1-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Davon_Woods_Childhood_Trauma16-900x905-1-768x772.jpg 768w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Davon_Woods_Childhood_Trauma16-900x905-1.jpg 900w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 298px) 100vw, 298px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-7553\" src=\"http:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Davon_Woods_Childhood_Trauma11-900x896-1-300x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Davon_Woods_Childhood_Trauma11-900x896-1-300x300.jpg 300w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Davon_Woods_Childhood_Trauma11-900x896-1-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Davon_Woods_Childhood_Trauma11-900x896-1-768x765.jpg 768w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Davon_Woods_Childhood_Trauma11-900x896-1.jpg 900w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cOur biological mother, Patricia, was using drugs while she was pregnant with us. To be more specific, she was doing crack cocaine. The whole time<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":7554,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7544","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-story"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7544","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=7544"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7544\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7555,"href":"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7544\/revisions\/7555"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/7554"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=7544"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=7544"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=7544"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}