Another little girl, Katya is 7 with Cerebral Palsy affecting her legs and a dislocated hip. A very bright girl who can walk short distances if both hands are held. When she received her chair she wheeled over to her daddy and said, "now don't you wish you were an invalid too"!
Dennis age 7 also from Russia. He has Cerebral Palsy quadriplegia with very high tone. He had had 8 surgeries on his legs, 4 in the last year in St. Petersburg. (this was the only child I had who was actually better after surgery) We gave him a wheelchair and a cut down walker with wheels. His mom was afraid he couldn't handle the wheels but he took right off in it with minimal assistance. He was so excited and said this day was better than his birthday. After "racing" Libby in his walker he said this is such a fun place.
Now although we are assigned teams, we all help out where ever needed. Each team is comprised of a seating specialist (a physical or occupational therapist), a mechanic, a support person and an interpreter (without whom we could not function). Tom spent several hours one day helping another team's mechanic, first by trying to repair the chair and then by actually taking one that functioned but was the wrong size and "building" a new chair from the both of them that both functioned and fit.
After a long and short very busy week the part of the team that stayed in Alushta packed up the remaining supplies and cleaned and put the church we've been working in back together to ready for church services on Sunday. We enjoy one of those evening walks down on the waterfront and worship together with our volunteers and the rest of the church congregation on Sunday. After church we split into small groups to visit at some of the homes of those in the congregation. A true blessing to sit and enjoy fellowship with the dear Ukrainian families of this church.
Olya with the help of her 18 year old grand-daughter made us a delicious borsht for lunch. We enjoyed visiting with her and her grandchildren for the afternoon.
All of the people we encounter have a story. And God knows each one by heart. We came for a short time, provided help and aid and most of all we shared God's love and His plan for salvation. A piece of my heart is left each trip and yet my heart grows beyond what I can imagine at the same time.
The team bonds through it all, working side by side, taking evening walks in search of Coke Light (aka in America as Diet Coke), walking down by the Black Sea and some even playing Bananagrams and Scrabble in the hotel lobby. We share a special bond, a bond of family in Christ. We may not be so good at keeping in touch, but I assure you when we meet again we are filled with joy at our reunions and seem to pick up right where we left off.
As we board the bus to start our journey home, a few of our Ukrainian family come to see us off.
On our way back to Sevastopol for our flight to Kyiv, we stop in Yalta at the Livadia Palace. Famous for being a summer retreat for the last Russian Tsar, Nicholas II and host to the Yalta Conference in 1945.














