A small fact gleaned from observing social media and public opinion.
Nearly all my stories about deaths of people we cared for or scandals, like the story of rape attempt of Vika from Vergunka, usually get several tens of thousands of views. But nearly all the texts about how we painstakingly and constantly help people from Donbass get, as a maximum–several hundred, or many even several tens, but definitely not thousands.
That’s how things are.
I know it’s hype. I realize that’s human nature. I understand everything.
But that’s why I don’t give up. Because even though that’s human nature, which needs scandals and blood, a group of people coalesced around me (that’s you, folks)))) which has such big hearts that all of these views lose importance. One and the same set of people keeps sending money. Month after month. Quietly, without letters, we’re simply getting aid. Retirees, students, grown men, fathers of many children, single moms, young girls. Whatever they can.
A single post like this is the result of tremendous effort by many people. It’s not only about our Lena and Zhenya who work miracles while living there, in Lugansk. It’s also about the long chain of caring, love, and kindness of many, many people.
All of these tiny streams transform into big help for many people.
I wrote many times–believe me, it’s not about the packets of food and medications which our team brings the needy. The problem lies in that these people have nobody else to help them. Many of them lost their loved ones. They face unimaginable struggles and they have no option but to survive.
I won’t even mention the fact they live in a war zone.
But now they have us. They know it. It’s tears without end.
Not only of sadness but of joy and gratitude.
How one wants these tears would go away. Reasons for them would go away. But we’re powerless to do the impossible. But we can do that which is within our power. “Do what you can.” So we try.
As best we can.
This post is dedicated to one of the least protected categories of people under our care. We call them “lone grandmas”.
Scroll through the photos. Look at them.
You’ve been observing many families for years. And I repeat the same words month after month.
But…please read, look. I’m asking you.
I also always remind you that if you want to help these families, please label your contributions “grandmas”. Incidentally, likes, comments, reposts all help a great deal too.
Thank you! Thank you for your aid and caring! It gives strength not only to these people, but to all of us. To me.
Thank you for being there. Please forgive me for repeating the same things over and over.
But still–it’s such joy to know you, even if in absentia (though many in person, too).
In hoc signo vinces!
Our Lyubov Mikhailovna with grandkids, Timur and Elisey. She raises them alone. Thank God the unfit mother was deprived of custody by courts (hurrah, since the spring LPR courts have started dealing with civil cases!). But she can’t get custody for herself. Either the judge is on leave, or the assistant “forgot” to deliver the right documents. Which means she has to get all the papers together again in order for her to get child care benefits. They live only off her pension. Lyubov has many health problems, including diabetes.
We’ve recently brought her medications.