Everlasting Luck

I got home from camp yesterday night. The entire week, I was thinking about how lucky I am. Sure, my life gets confusing and hard at times, but these kids at camp stories are so much more.
     A girl whose sister has a brain tumor, and had to learn how to walk, talk and communicate again. A girl whose sister is 6,000 miles away, and is not allowed to come back to the US, the US embassy in Moscow wont let her. And those are only two of them.
    It makes me excedingly angry. And, I just want my little sister home. She might not even be available for adoption. 
     My birthday is in 5 days. I'll be 13. In three years, if I lived in the orphanage, I'd be kicked out. Just gone. No longer adoptable. Like so many others. Every single Russian orphan has that same fate. Let that sink in. All of them. Unless they get adopted, which isn't likely for most of them.
     America: Sweet Sixteen. Big party. Lots of presents and friends.
     Russian Orphans: Scared to death. Packing their small belongings. Leaving all of thier friends and safety.
     The kids don't have everlasting luck, they have almost no luck. When we were there, Keri asked a little boy what he wanted to be when he grows up. He replied "A coal miner". "Think big"
"A Taxi driver!"
Where are they to turn when they reach 16? When they get too old for the orphanage? When they get thrown out onto the streets? 
Think about that. Where do they go?
Prostitution? Maybe. Drug Dealing? Sure. Suicide? It's possible.
The out aged ones are scrounging for money. They'll do anything for it. They need homes. Now. Before they're too old.

Heading off

The main entrance at camp

Later today, I will be heading off to camp. This means I will not have access to this blog while I am there. But it's so amazingly fun! Here are some of the activities:

• Horse back ride
• Arts and Crafts
• Cooking
• Swimming
• Amusement parks
• Campfires

     It's so insanely fun!!! When I get home, I can post pictures from the 2 weeks. But until then, Ta-Ta for now!!!

Someday, Somewhere,

The world will have,

Some peace to share.

There will be peace one day,

when all is well,

All together,

We can tell.



"And the world,

Will live as one"

Love, Love,Love,

Bridget

3rd hint to my sisters name:

15-1=?

And all the pretty little horses...

Blacks and bays, dapples and greys, Coach and six white horses.
     Written circa 1884, by an enslaved mother singing to her baby girl who she couldn't take care of, because her owner needed their baby taken care of.




     Now, her baby had a mother. That baby will get taken care of, when the mother escapes (which she did, and the baby was 4). She gets fed, and is a normal height and weight for her age. Look at the kids at Detski Dom #5. Little G, who is 8 years old, really could pass off for being 5. These orphans don't need horses (though, they would love them!). They need enough food and CLEAN water to have adequate care. It just scares me to see an almost 9 year old be so tiny. I don't know how they survive. They all need loving families in a not-so-poverty-stricken country.

     I'm heading off to camp on Sunday, for two weeks. My camp is filled with horses, rock climbing, swimming and loads of fun. In about two weeks, all the kids at the orphanage get deported to camp so the orphanage can get cleaned. I have no idea what its like there, but it can't be fun.

     Everyone reading this, you can comment with a letter to one of the kids. I'll translate and print it. Then sent it to the child.

     And, the second hint to my little sister's name:

6-1=?