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"I remember tears streaming down your face When I said, I'll never let you go When all those shadows almost killed your light. I remember you said, Don't leave me here alone. But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight. Just close your eyes The sun is going down You'll be alright No one can hurt you now Come morning light You and I'll be safe and sound"
-Taylor Swift

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Desperately Needed: HOPE

     We need hope more than ever right now. This is not a joke. Or a campaign for orphans. It's not my usual stuff. We need hope.
     Reason: Anya has been shot. With a gun. In her ankle. She was in a store and someone she didn't even know just shot her in the ankle. I don't know the details, and I don't have the authority to share them even if I did. All I know is that she's in a hospital in Kemerovo. We saw the outside of the hospital while we were there and know how horrible it is. I didn't go in (thank God), but the outside looks like something out of a really bad horror movie. There's blood stains outside on the side walk, and on the corner of a busy intersection.
one of the ambulances in kemerovo
     And, to add to that, the ambulances look like dead hippie vans.
HOPE IS DESPERATELY NEEDED RIGHT NOW,
FOR ANYA!!!!

Saturday, August 6, 2011

More than ever...

     I've been missing my little sister more than anything these past few days. While I've been at Rebel (see Keri's blog), I've been thinking, "If I do great in this scene, G will be able to come home!". Stupid things like that.
     But! There is good news! My dad has said "yes" to adopting her. Now, we need to:
  • Find out if she's actually adoptable
  • Raise the money, $40,000.
  • Get an adoption agency that's not blacklisted in Russia. Preferably in New England, so we don't have to raise extra money to get the social worker to my house.
     Now that we're closer than ever, I miss her more than ever. I keep thinking I see her everywhere I go. A little girl with black hair at the park today made me ├╝ber excited. It wasn't her. I imagine her sleeping next to me when I sleep at night. I can picture her sitting at our dining room table while we're eating dinner. I can't seem to go 15 minutes without thinking of her.
     So, for now, here's some pictures of me and her, and just her.