Traditionally in Eastern European countries women are rarely joining the army. But it’s a different story when it comes to standing up to defend our home, our families, our parents and children.
A former model joined the army.
This graphic designer decided to join the army 2 years ago, because wasn’t liking where russia was going with their politics.
A hero defender of Azovstal in Mariupol was a “normal” girl before the war
Women who are POW-survivors, returned to Ukraine
There’s the first female commander at sea.
And even those who became fiancées, wifes and sometimes widows – an entire lifetime within all of a few days or weeks.
And even foreign volunteers include women – a Swedish Member of Parliament is putting her medical skills to work on the front lines in Ukraine.
And many more:
Women activists
Many girls and women stood up and supported Ukraine where they were, however they could:
A young girl collecting donations for cavlar vests for the defenders.
Those who came out to protest in their countries and support Ukraine
And even Spanish royalty was sending food and personal note of encouragement to the Ukrainian defenders.
Women everywhere
And often it takes as much courage and determination to even just keep living a “normal” life.
Women giving birth under Russian bombs
Looking after newborns in bomb shelters for months! (This scene was replicated on a painting in one of the Italian churches). Fleeing to the safety of nowhere, leaving your life behind, to protect your children. Even “bomb-shelter-schooling”!
Or baking Paskhas for Easter, even if the stove is the only thing left of your house.
And sometimes…. Even give life another chance, like this military nurse who lost both legs on a russian landmine in Eastern Ukraine, survived, got evacuated, and got married even before being dismissed from the rehab centre.
I am so proud of my people. I am so particularly proud of the incredible brave women of Ukraine.
– No, God, souls from Kyiv region are still waiting for God’s judgment.
– Bucha and Irpin? Call everyone. It’s simple: everyone to heaven.
– Without a trial?
– Yes, without trial. All to paradise.
– Well, but, God, you know, there is one problem: they do not want to go to heaven.
– Don’t they want to go to heaven? This is the first time since I created the Earth. Call them here.
Souls came into the office. Exhausted, gray – this is what happens when you die a martyr’s death.
– So you don’t want to go to heaven? – God frowned.
– God, we want, of course, we want. But not now. You know, we are needed there on earth. We have to help. We have a war, there are our relatives, our people. How can we peacefully rejoice when our land is invaded by the occupier?
– But I can’t revive you, God said.
– And it is not necessary, – the thin girl of 8 years stepped forward. – We will go as we are. I will fly to Europe. I will walk around their cities and look people in the eyes – let them feel that gas has risen in price for the sake of people like me. I will rock their children and sing the lullaby that my mother taught me – about Ukraine, about peace, about good. So that no one will ever doubt that their help is valuable.
– And I, – said the young woman, – will go to European politicians. I will tell them at night how it hurt. How scary. Scary and painful. And then the fear disappeared somewhere. And I spat the inhuman in the face. He drove a tank over my body. And I wanted to spit on him again, but I couldn’t – my soul was already flying high. I will tell them why we need their weapons. Because of me. For the sake of people like me.
– And I’m going to the European military,- said the man with the gray hair, – I’ll tell you how I went to pick up bread and a bullet pierced my heart. Through the back. I will address their dignity and honor, their humanity. Remind of the laws of the war. And I will show what is happening now in Ukraine.
– I, I, and I will go,- said a chorus of voices.
– We will all go. All. They need us there. Our relatives. Our people. Our land. And after the Victory – take us, God, wherever you want. For all your will.
– I allow you. Become a European angel battalion.
God waved his hand and turned away. St. Peter saw him wipe away a tear that was about to fall from his eyelashes.
– Now do you understand, Peter, why they deserve paradise without trial?
-I understand, God. Because they are already angels. Guardian angels of Ukraine
– Ні, Боже, ще душі з Київщини на суд божий чекають.
– Буча і Ірпінь? Зви всіх. Тут все просто: всіх до раю.
– Без суду?
– Так, без суду. Всіх до раю.
– Добре, але, Боже, розумієш, є одна проблема: вони не хочуть до раю.
– Не хочуть до раю? Це вперше, відколи я створив Землю. Клич сюди.
До кабінету зайшли душі. Змучені, посірілі – так буває, коли помираєш мученицькою смертю.
– То ви не хочете до раю? – насупився Бог.
– Боже, хочемо, звісно, хочемо. Але не зараз. Розумієш, ми потрібні там, на землі. Ми мусимо допомогти. У нас війна, там наші рідні, наш народ. Як ми зможемо спокійно раювати, коли нашу землю топче окупант?
– Але я не можу вас оживити, – розвів руками Бог.
– І не треба, – виступила вперед худенька дівчинка рочків 8. – Ми так підемо. Я полечу до Європи. Ходитиму по їхніх містах і заглядатиму людям в очі – нехай відчувають, що газ подорожчав заради таких, як я. Я гойдатиму їхніх дітей і співатиму колискової, якої мене вчила мама – про Україну, про мир, про добро. Щоб ніхто і ніколи не засумнівався, що їхня допомога – цінна.
– А я, – озвалася молода жінка, – піду до європейських політиків. Розповідатиму їм ночами, як мені боліло. Як було страшно. Страшно і боляче. А потім страх кудись зник. І я плюнула нелюду в обличчя. Він їздив по моєму тілу танком. А я так хотіла плюнути в нього ще раз, але не могла – душа вже високо летіла. Я буду розповідати їм, чому нам потрібне їхнє озброєння. Заради мене. Заради таких, як я.
– А я піду до військових Європи, – мовив чоловік із сивими скронями, – розкажу, як я їхав за хлібом. Як серце моє прошила куля. Через спину. Звертатимуся до їхньої гідності і честі, до людяності. Нагадаю про закони війни. І покажу, що коїться зараз в Україні.
– І я, і я, і я піду, – загудів хор голосів.
– Ми всі підемо. Всі. Нас там потребують. Наші рідні. Наш народ. Наша земля. А після Перемоги – веди нас, Боже, куди хочеш. На все твоя воля.
Кожного разу, коли ви будете казати про вєлікій рускій балєт, я буду розказувати вам історію неодноразово зґвалтованої на очах у батьків, а потім викраденої російськими нелюдами молодої вчительки з Броварів. Про десятки, а може й сотні зґвалтованих українських жінок. Часто на очах у дітей. Про 15-16 річних дівчаток з Бородянки, які зазнали страшного насилля кадирівцями. Про тіла п’ятьох зґвалтованих молодих дівчат, вбитих і залишених прямо на дорозі. Про оце мерзенне «будем тра*ать хохлушек» в перехватах. Ось що я вам скажу у відповідь про ганімий вєлікій руський балєт.
Кожного разу, коли ви будете мені казати про вєлікіх руських композіторов, я буду вам розказувати історію дівчинки, на очах якої і її маленького брата в маріупольському підвалі не один день помирала їхня мама. А потім з трупом мертвої мами діти були вимушені і далі ховатися в підвалі від обстрілів. Про хлопчика з Гостомеля, на очах якого російські солдати застрелили його батька. А потім хотіли вбити і сина, але той вижив. Про дівчинку, якій вистрілили прямо в обличчя. Про малюка, який тікав з бабусею в човні. Бабуся втопилася. А хлопчика шукають уже майже місяць. Ось що я вам скажу у відповідь про ганімих вєліких руських композіторов.
Кожного разу, коли ви будете казати мені про вєлікую руськую живопісь, я буду вам розказувати про розстріляних в спину мирних українців в Макарівському районі. А перед тим, як застрелити, орки зав’язували їм руки. Про сотні трупів на вулицях Бучі, Ірпеня, Гостомеля. Про братські могили у дворах житлових кварталів. Братські могили мирних мешканців донедавна затишних і безпечних міст. Братські могили. В 21 столітті. Ось що я вам скажу у відповідь про ганімую вєлікую руськую живопісь.
Кожного разу, коли ви будете мені розказувати про вєлікій рускій тєатр, я буду вам розказувати історію жінки з Броварського району, з будинку якої російські мародери, відступаючи, знімали металочерепицю. Про танки і БТРи «другої армії світу», навантажені по вінця награбованим в українських домівках. Крадені телефони, планшети, телевізори, пральні машинки, килими, прикраси, пляшки з алкоголем, сковорідки, одяг, іграшки, взуття – все, що траплялось на шляху цим виродкам. Про те, як діставшись до Білорусі, вони наввипередки відправляли награбоване своїм родинам в росію. Про те, як торгували краденим на білоруських базарах. Ось що я вам скажу у відповідь про ганімий вєлікій руський театр.
Кожного разу, коли ви будете розказувати мені про вєлікоє рускоє кіно, я буду розказувати вам про жорстоко розстріляних коней в конюшнях на Київщині. Про заморених голодом і спрагою тварин зоопарку в Ясногородці. Про спалену після вибуху шкіру оленяти. А тепер максимальне дикунство… Про вбитого і з’їденого російськими окупантами алабая. Так, алабая. Так, собаки. Так, з’їденої. Ось що я вам скажу у відповідь про ганімоє вєлікоє рускоє кіно.
Кожного разу, коли ви будете розказувати мені про вєлікую рускую літєратуру, я буду вам розказувати про десятки перехватів розмов російських солдатів з їхніми матерями і дружинами. Розмов, в яких крім на*уя на нах*ї нічого нема. Розмов, в яких дружини замовляють, що їм вкрасти в українських будинках. Розмов, де матері сміються, коли синочки розказують, як їхні побатрими гвалтують хохлушек. І якщо з цих розмов викинути всі мати, в них лишиться хіба що «прівєт» і «пока». Ось що я вам скажу у відповідь про ганімую вєлікую рускую літєратуру.
Більше нема ніякої вєлікої руської культури, літератури, кіна, живопісі, тєатра і балєта. Є країна виродків, мародерів, ґвалтівників і убивць. Диких людей, яким нема місця в цивілізованому світі!
А багатостраждальні новоспечені руські дисиденти в затишних квартирах Берліна, Лондона, Ларнаки, Мілану, Тбілісі, Астани, Відня та інших тимчасових прихистків, хай ідуть за маршрутом руського корабля, гордо несучи в руках вєлікую рускую культуру!
Every time you talk about the “great russian ballet”, I will tell you the story of a young teacher from Brovary who was repeatedly raped in front of her parents and then kidnapped by russian villains. About dozens, maybe hundreds of raped Ukrainian women. Often in front of the eyes of children. About 15-16-year-old girls from Borodyanka who suffered terrible violence from the Kadyrovites. About the bodies of five raped young girls who were killed and left on the road. About this abomination “we will fuck hohlushky (ref: Ukrainian girls)” in interceptions of their phone calls. Here is what I will tell you in response about the sucky “great russian ballet”.
Every time you tell me about “great russian composers”, I will tell you the story of a girl in front of whom and her little brother in the basement of Mariupol, their mother died over several days. And then with the corpse of the dead mother, the children were forced to continue to hide in the basement from the shelling. About a guy from Gostomel, in front of whom Russian soldiers shot his father. And then they wanted to kill his son, but he survived. About a girl who was shot directly in the face. About a kid who tried to flee with his grandmother in a boat. Grandma drowned. And the boy has been searched for almost a month now. Here is what I will tell you in response about the sucky “great russian composers”.
Every time you tell me about the “great russian fine art”, I will tell you about the Ukrainian civilians shot in the back in the Makariv district. And before they were shoot, the orcs tied their hands. About hundreds of corpses on the streets of Bucha, Irpen, Gostomel. About mass graves in the yards of residential neighborhoods. The mass graves of the civilians who lived recently in cozy and safe cities. Mass graves. In the 21st century. Here is what I will tell you in response about the sucky “great russian fine art”.
Every time you tell me about the “great russian theater”, I will tell you the story of a woman from the Brovary district, off whose house russian looters were taking metal roof tiles. About tanks and armored vehicles of the “Second Army of the World”, loaded to the brim with what they robbed in Ukrainian homes. Stolen phones, tablets, TVs, washing machines, carpets, jewelry, bottles of alcohol, pans, clothes, toys, shoes – everything these degenerates came across. When they got to Belarus, they were racing to send their loot to russia. About how they sold the stolen goods in belarusian bazaars. Here is what I will tell you in response about the sucky “great russian theater”.
Every time you tell me about the “great russian cinema”, I will tell you about the brutally shot horses in the stables in Kyiv region. About the animals of the zoo in Yasnogorodka, frozen to death, or killed by hunger and thirst. About a baby deer skin burned in the explosion. And now the maximum savagery… About an alabai (ref: Central Asian Shepherd Dog) killed and eaten by the russian occupiers. Yes, an alabai. Yes, dogs. Yes, eaten. Here is what I will tell you in return about the sucky “great russian cinema”.
Every time you tell me about the “great russian literature”, I will tell you about dozens of interceptions of conversations between russian soldiers and their mothers and wives. Conversations in which there is nothing but swear words. Conversations in which wives give them a “shopping list” to steal in Ukrainian homes. Conversations where mothers laugh when their sons tell how their cousins rape hohlushki (ref: Ukrainian girls). And if all swear words were thrown out of these conversations, they will have only “hello” and “bye”. Here is what I will tell you in response to the sucky “great russian literature”.
There is no longer any great russian culture, literature, cinema, fine art, theater and ballet. There is a country of degenerates, looters, rapists and murderers. Savage people who have no place in the civilized world!
And long-suffering new russian dissidents in the cozy apartments of Berlin, London, Larnaca, Milan, Tbilisi, Astana, Vienna and other temporary shelters, let them follow the route of the russian ship, proudly carrying in their hands the “great russian culture!”
“We were going to the bathroom, sleeping and eating the leftovers of the food in one basement. Once uncle Kolya captured a pigeon, it was probably the fifth or sixths day. We fried it, and ate it. And then it made all of us throw up.”
“When our neighbor died, we were not able to bring her body outside, and she started stinking. Then it became quiet, and uncle Kolya went to bring her outside, and he himself blew up on a land mine. Mom was crying a lot. After daddy’s death, uncle Kolya was the closest person. [….] Dead bodies stink. They were everywhere there. I covered my brother’s eyes with my mom’s scarf, that he doesn’t see it.”
“Mommy was holding to the last, she died 3 days before the evacuation. I told my brother that she’s fast asleep, and he should not be waking her up. But I think he understood everything.“
“You know the feeling when it hurts? I once fell in love with a boy, but he did not fall in love with me, and I thought it was painful. It turns out, it is painful to see how your mother dies in front of your eyes. And your little brother keeps coming to her and saying “Mommy, don’t sleep, you’ll get cold”. We will never be able to visit her grave. She stayed in that dark wet basement.“
“I hate russia. My own uncle is there. You know what he told me today on the phone? ‘Katya? What Katya? Girl, I don’t know you. What war, what Katya?’ And later he wrote me from some random number ‘Katya, don’t write me. It is dangerous for me and my family. You can’t bring your mother back.’ I hate them! This was his own sister?! How can someone do it?“
“… you know, I think, I will come back to Mariupol. And will live in the same place. And will every time, on the same day, go down in the basement of a new house and bring flowers.“
While working, she was managing a central heating station of the city. So when I was maybe 6 or 7 years old, she would take me with her to work, and I loved it! I filled out forms and distributed the payroll, joined her in her field inspections and learned using abacus way before it was required for school. My parents have always been very good technical specialists, but not managing others or the work of others. My grandma to the contrary has always good in organizing and managing – from managing my grandpa to handling dozens of plumbers and other workers across town. And as I grew up, I started noticing that I had lots in common with her (being modest here 😉 ).
She is in her 80s. She lived already through the WWII, then through the after-war times and the Stallin times, then the falling apart of the USSR. And yeah – COVID! And you would think this is enough for one person’s lifetime. The phrase that comes to mind is “I AM SO TIRED OF LIVING IN THE HISTORIC TIMES”? But actually I’ve never heard it from her.
Instead, she has always been the calmest person of the entire family since the war started. Us, all her children and grandchildren are sitting in safety, and so much worried about her and her safety while she stayed in Ukraine. But she was cool as a cucumber! She would scout the entire town to get her meds despite the shortage of those in the pharmacies, pick up groceries, and kept going to church.
7 days before the war – russian troops are gathering at the border. My grandma (G): “oh well, we are waiting for the russians to attack us”
Day 1 of the war, cities are being bombed – G: “we are all good, it’s all calm”
Day 3 of the war, the attacks are spreading – G: “oh I made myself a shelter in the basement – put food there, a bucket of water, blankets and an extension cord. I’m good! I’m ready.”
Day 20 of the war, remote sound of the bombs detonating is being heard every 10-15 minutes, day and night. G: “It’s good in the city. I went to church today”
Day 30 of the war, 3 bombs are dropping less than 1 km from my grandma’s house – G: “I’m good, they are not bombing right now, and it’s not right here. You my dear, don’t worry about me, I’m all good”
To me, that was mind-blowing. I am freaking out being outside of that situation. I would have certainly been freaking out even more if I was in it. The entire time while we were in safety, and her town was being bombed there was not only not a single hint of hesitation or fear in her – she managed to encourage us! I am so in awe of her!
That night of the day 30, I spent until 3am Vancouver time trying to convince my grandma to evacuate, but she kept saying No (stubborn! I wonder where I’m getting my stubbornness from? I still prefer the term “determination” LOL).
But miracles do happen, and by the time I woke up the next morning, I got a message from my mom that my grandma agreed to leave! It was obviously just the beginning of the journey, but at least we get to start moving!
The next morning Ukrainian time she was already on the bus for Western Ukraine. She is in her 80s, and she had a 3000km road trip ahead of her, 1500 of which would be under the bombs! We all did not sleep much that entire time, keeping track of her location through google maps and comparing with the reports of the bomb and missile hits and threats along the way. Switching buses in Lviv. Then switching to a volunteer vehicle in Uzhgorod to cross the border to safety. This is I think when we all exhaled for the first time – about 48 hours after her departure from her town. My grandma with hardly any sleep and however exhausted she physically was, this entire time was in good spirits, encouraging us and telling us not to worry.
She’s now in safety of my mom’s home in Switzerland. And I am so grateful for it. Grateful to my grandma for doing it, and grateful to God for keeping her safe all this time.
Grandma, thank you so much for being my inspiration. Thank you for being you. Thank you for helping me be who I am today – you are such a big part of it. Love you to pieces!
“Hey listen, we want to help Ukrainians, so in our medical clinic, we will make the immigration medical appointments for Ukrainians a priority, and I also plan on having an interpreter in our office for those of them who don’t speak English” WOW!
Harshbir has his medical clinic together with his father and wife, all of whom are medical doctors, and both Harshbir and his dad are also very competent pilots. But just to mention, none of them are of a Ukrainian background, but the passion with which he pas reorienting his always busy clinic to help Ukrainians – you could have imagined he was.
He asked me to do a few translations for the website, medical forms and voice recordings for the phone system in Ukrainian, and we were all set by the end of the day!
And then I was…
“Harshbir, can you point me out in the direction of some medical suppliers who could possibly donate some tourniquets, or at least give some discount?”
“How many do you need?”, asked the good doctor
“Maple Hope Foundation is looking to send 1000 of them to Ukraine”.
“Consider it done. I will talk to our supplier, and if they do not donate, our clinic will just buy them for Ukraine. This is the least we can do!”.
WOW #2!
I still don’t have words to comment further. Just a giant THANK YOU!
PS. And friends, if you need an aviation medical, the best place for it is definitely www.imeclinic.ca.
Everybody pitches in with whatever they can, and it’s so heartwarming to see. Our dispatchers brought warm clothes and gave money, my skater friend got gym passes and medical supplies from her fitness store, etc etc etc. I was driving and thinking how grateful I was for everyone’s support, regardless if one had any prior connection Ukraine.
On those thoughts I was listening to the latest sermon of the Village Church. And as I was having those thought, the pastor on the recording made an unqualified comment about “The taekwondo association cancelled putin’s black belt. Do they really think it will stop the war?”. Well, that REALLY stroke me the wrong way! Maybe it’s not the black belt absence that will stop the war, but it’s yet another drop in the pool that will drown the monster, another contribution to the shitstorm that comes his way. No, it will not on its own. But it is the “together” that WILL win this war – a family protesting in their city, a child writing an encouraging letter to a soldier, a granny who cooks food for the troops, a volunteer who delivers medication to the hospitals or drives evacuation vehicles back to safety. Or even someone who reposts the truth about the events – so that one more mother in russia reads it and stops her son from going to war and becoming a murderer of innocent people. It is ALL together that makes the difference.
So on that note – what is Village doing??? I asked myself as I was making a semi-legal U-turn to pay a visit to the church’s ministry centre. Village prides itself on a bunch of global missions, dozens of missionaries, multi-million dollar budget… and yet, it has been almost a month that Ukraine is being attacked, innocent people are dying, and I have not heard a single word of Village lifting a finger to do something about it! (could be just me, you never know!). Anyways, as expected on a Saturday at 7pm, the ministry centre was closed, as it should be… I sat in the car for a moment to send a couple of texts before continuing my drive home. And at that very moment someone was just coming into the building. Literally, the ONLY person in the entire day, the ONLY five minutes he was in the building – happened to be EXACTLY the moment I randomly showed up. No, there are no coincidences, God clearly has a plan. For sure His plans are better than my plans (or absence thereof)
Emerson was just picking up some supplies for the church service the next day. I asked him about Village’s involvement in helping Ukraine, and it turned out that it was not for the lack of care, but the lack of information. It turns out that in the entire multi-thousand people church there were only two Ukrainians, and they did not really have much connections or information. Basically didn’t know where to start. I sure didn’t wait to offer my help in that area!
Long success story short, Ukraine was the topic of the ministry centre’s staff meeting on Monday, Village Church met the Maple Hope Foundation on Wednesday and the full-blown fundraiser was happening already on Sunday! The congregation maxed out on donations sets after the first service, so that people coming out of the second service had to go on a waitlist to help! We are so truly in it together – I’ve seen it one more time. Everyone was eager to help, contribute, and committed their resources, homes and prayer to perfect strangers in a heartbeat.
Many people in Canada and the United States want to help, but don’t know where and how. Many people come to airshows, admire the technology and skill – wishing it was used to save lives. Maybe now it can!
It started with talking to airshow producers. The Truckee Tahoe Airshow (California) responded first, and in exchange for a significant cut of my performer’s fees they agreed to run a fundraiser for Ukraine.
When I contacted the Olympic Airshow – WOW! – Brian was already halfway through repainting his L-39in Ukrainian colors.☺
More to come.
I personally am dedicating my airshow season 2022 to Ukraine and OUR victory over the war, aggression, injustice, hate and destruction. Let the Peace and Truth prevail.
Вчера знакомая рассказала историю про некоего пожилого человека, дядю Витя, тракториста, который живет в украинском селе на границе с Приднестровьем. Знакомая возможно в шутку попросила его наблюдать за границей, чтобы никто не начал наступление на Одессу с чужой территории. Теперь дядя Витя каждое утро и каждый вечер вот уже 18 дней присылает подруге в мессенджер краткие сообщения типа «Все спокойно!».
Возможно в мирное время мы бы посмеялись над этой историей, но сегодня я думаю, что эта история – это пример, иллюстрирующий стратегию УСПЕХА НАЦИИ, описанную 26-м Президентом США Теодором Рузвельтом:
«ДЕЛАЙ, ЧТО МОЖЕШЬ, С ТЕМ, ЧТО ИМЕЕШЬ, ТАМ, ГДЕ ТЫ ЕСТЬ» (Теодор Рузвельт)
– Ты можешь держать оружие в руках и защищать свой город и страну – это твоё дело сегодня!
– Ты умеешь организовывать людей и достигать целей, выбирай направление волонтёрской деятельности и действуй, где бы ты ни был.
– Ты умеешь готовить и у тебя есть некие запасы? Приготовь что-то сытное и вкусное и передай бойцам на передовую, или угости соседей или тех, кто сегодня разделяет с тобой долю беженца
– Ты умеешь играть на каком-то инструменте или петь? Спой в бомбоубежище. Спой бойцам. Сыграй что-то красивое и оптимистичное соседям. Выйди на улицу ощетинившегося и готового к отражению нападения города и сыграй что-то очень душевное и красивое. Музыка нужна людям и в счастье и в горе
– Ты умеешь фотографировать? Сними кадры, которые либо успокоят либо поднимут боевой дух людей вокруг тебя!
– Ты умеешь писать статьи или рассказы? Напиши что-то, что придаст силы или даст опору тем, кому тяжело
– У тебя болит сердце за оставленных уехавшими людьми собак и кошек? Найди, покорми, устрой или отдай тому, кто готов взять себе дрожащего котёнка или оставленную кем-то собаку с грустными человеческими глазами.
– Ты умеешь ладить с детьми? Помоги тем, кто вывозит детей в безопасное место. Успокой, отвлеки, сделай все, чтобы дети получили минимум стресса в этой страшной ситуации
– Ты ничего из вышеперечисленного не умеешь? Идя в магазин просто улыбнись незнакомому человеку и пожелай хорошего мирного дня.
ДЕЛАЙ, ЧТО МОЖЕШЬ, С ТЕМ, ЧТО ИМЕЕШЬ, ТАМ, ГДЕ ТЫ ЕСТЬ!
А знаете почему все это так важно делать? Почему в этой ситуации нет маленьких дел? Почему все что вы делаете сегодня архи важно, где бы вы ни были и чем бы ни занимались?
Когда человек берет на себя ответственность за какое-то дело, он создаёт системные связи с другими людьми.
Множество людей, создавших системные связи между собой, образуют сложную систему.
Эта система при правильной наладке связей может приобрести так называемые «системные свойства». То есть Система может сделать то, что не может сделать в одиночку ни один человек и ни одна группа людей, которые ее составляют. Например, ПОБЕДИТЬ ВРАГА и ВОССТАНОВИТЬ ЖИЗНЬ.
Делая то, что можем, с тем, что имеем, там, где мы есть МЫ С ВАМИ СОЗДАЁМ и УКРЕПЛЯЕМ СЕГОДНЯ НАЦИЮ, СПОСОБНУЮ ПОБЕДИТЬ!
Нет маленьких дел! Любое ваше действие – это вклад в Победу и вклад в приближение Мира!
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DO WHAT YOU CAN!
Yesterday an acquaintance told a story about an elderly man, Uncle Vitya, a tractor driver who lives in a Ukrainian village on the border with Transnistria. An acquaintance, perhaps jokingly, asked him to watch the border so that no one would launch an attack on Odessa from someone else’s territory. Now, every morning and every evening, Uncle Vitya has been sending brief messages to his girlfriend in the messenger for the past 18 days, like “Everything is calm!”.
Perhaps in peacetime we would laugh at this story, but today I think that this story is an example illustrating the NATIONAL SUCCESS strategy described by the 26th US President Theodore Roosevelt:
“DO WHAT YOU CAN, WITH WHAT YOU HAVE, WHERE YOU ARE” (Theodore Roosevelt)
You can hold a weapon in your hands and defend your city and country – this is your business today!
You know how to organize people and achieve goals, choose the direction of volunteering and act wherever you are.
Do you know how to cook and do you have some supplies? Prepare something hearty and tasty and give it to the soldiers on the front line, or treat your neighbors or a refugee today
Do you know how to play an instrument or sing? Sing in a bomb shelter. Sing to the fighters. Play something beautiful and optimistic to your neighbors. Go out into the street with angry and tired people ready to fight, and play something very sincere and beautiful. People need music in both happiness and sorrow.
Can you take pictures? Take pictures that will either calm or raise the morale of the people around you!
Can you write articles or stories? Write something that will give strength or give support to those who are having a hard time.
Does your heart hurt for the dogs and cats abandoned by the people who left? Find, feed, look after them, or give to someone who is ready to take on a trembling kitten or an abandoned dog with sad human eyes.
Can you get along with children? Help those who take the children to a safe place. Calm down, distract, do everything so that the children get a minimum stress in this terrible situation.
Do you know how to calm others, find the right words, heal with a word? Do it!
You can’t do any of the above? Go to a store, just smile to a stranger and wish them a good, peaceful day.
WITH WHAT YOU HAVE, WHERE YOU ARE!
Do you know why all this is so important to do?
Why are there no small things in this situation?
Why is everything you do today so important, wherever you are and whatever you do?
When a person takes responsibility for something, they create a systemic connections with other people.
A lot of people who have created systemic connections with each other form a complex system.
This system, with the correct adjustment of connections, can acquire the so-called “system properties”. That is, the System can do what no one person and no group of people who make it up alone can do. For example, DEFEAT THE ENEMY and RESTORE LIFE.
By doing what we can, with what we have, where we are, YOU AND WE CREATE AND STRENGTHEN TODAY A NATION CAPABLE OF VICTORY!
There are no small things!
Any of your actions is a contribution to the Victory and a contribution to the Peace!
The home I grew up in does not exist anymore. Me and my family technically still own that apartment. Somewhere. Physically, it’s not there anymore.
The school I went to, does not exist anymore. A childhood friend worked there recently as a teacher. Sent pictures after the shelling. My brother – who went to the same school and has a dark sense of humor – commented “Well, they fulfilled the childhood dream of blowing up the school”
The city I grew up in, is not even in my country anymore. russian invaders occupied Donetsk 8 years ago. Even trying to visit it would have been life threatening all this time.
The Ukrainian city I was born does not exist anymore. It’s not even on the map. I guess makes it for a good security question for the online banking :/
To top it all – the country I was born does not even exist anymore! Well, this is not such a sad part actually. I was born still in the Soviet Union, Ukrainian part of it. And there’s nothing wrong with erasing that russian dominated dictatorship and setting my Ukraine free.
What’s most important, I lost people. 3 days ago, we lost a family member while they were trying to evacuate from Kyiv. But I also lost people who are still alive. I thought I knew them, we have been good friends for over 25 years. I thought they even had brain and internet access. And yet they are pitching to me the “russian peace”, while in full support of their family members being drafted to the army to go bomb Mariupol! A friend from Irpen’ near Kyiv was calling her dad living in Russia, telling him the horror story of their evacuation and that their house is destroyed – and she got a response “Don’t go anywhere honey, stay there for 3 days, we’ll free you up!”. Seriously?!
So no, not a single fuzzy feeling to the place and (un)people that took away so much from someone who is not even supposed to be impacted much by this war. And so much more from others on the Ukrainian soil.
