The Voices of Ukrainians

*** I’ve changed the names of the people in this story.  They have been through enough. I’m sitting in the hospital trying to put down my thoughts on all that happened today. And my feet are freezing. It’s strange that after all that’s gone on, that should cross my mind. But since this is where we end up, it’s kinda relevant. After all shouldn’t a hospital be warm? Even in Ukraine? ****** Jane moved to Komarivka last fall. Her husband had just been sent to prison for murder. She had a 6 year old daughter, Lucy, a 3 year old son, Evan. And a one month old baby, Matt. The girls heard about them one day when we were visiting the orphanage. Meisha and Janna went to visit them. They were staying in an apartment on the orphanage campus. And they had nothing. The clothing they were wearing was in rags.  They couldn’t afford to buy food so the baby was sick and constantly crying because he was starving. Immediately the girls got them some food. The next week we found cloth...

So this was the main focus of our last newsletter, but there is only so much you can say in one page, so Janna wrote that article and I wanted to kick off my return to writing for our blog by writing a great Christmas article … after Christmas in the States and Ukraine. Let just say I’m really early for next Christmas.  ********* I want to give you a little perspective before I go off telling these stories.  Two weeks ago Janna and I were at Safe Haven visiting with Anya and Bogdon.   We were getting ready to leave and they were headed to the store, and offered to give us a lift.  As we were putting on our shoes in the mudroom, Bogdon looked at some of the house shoes that were in the shoe rack, and noticed that about half of them were falling apart.  He told me that he wished he could buy everyone new house shoes for Christmas, but they were 40 griven each ($5).  I was thinking even in a house of 18 people $5 a piece isn’t that bad, but you could t...