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A Childs Appeal from Ukraines Highest Mountain

Young Cossacks from Zaporizhzhya recently climbed Mt. Hoverla to read a letter from a boy from the Kalinovka internat for severely disabled children

Author: Albert Pavlov, Vladimir Krasnogolovy, translated by Daria Sukach and edited by David Sudermann, www.deti.zp.ua Published: 2011-09-20 00-00-00 Viewed, times: 5374
  
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Dear friends,
Recently a group of young Cossacks from Zaporizhia climbed up to the highest spot in Ukraine, Mt. Hoverla so that many people could hear my appeal. If youre reading these lines, it means they succeeded.



Now let me tell you my story: its the heart of my appeal.



My coming into the world was hardly a blessing for my parents. I was so unlike normal babies that I even frightened away the one person closest to me, my mom, who for the previous nine months had carried me right under her heart. Afraid of the reaction of relatives and neighbors, she refused to accept such a child as I, and after sipping her warm milk for just a few days, she abandoned me. After that I only saw gloomy hospital walls.

To the doctors surprise, I survived and was sent to a Babies Home. There I spent the first four years of my life.

Our ward echoed with childrens constant wailing and crying. Despite the fact that nurses fed and washed us, we all longed for our mothers love and care. Nobody truly cheered my first achievements; I was hidden away from the world and stopped developing. At age four, I could not walk or talk, and clever aunts and uncles gave me a diagnosis of severe mental deficiency with the label rehabilitation impossible.

At that point I graduated to an institution for older kids, the internat at Kalinovka. The Babies Home turned out to be a paradise in comparison with this place. In this remote village far away from peoples eyes 150 children were warehoused, all as miserable as I. One tenth of these children died every year, and the nearby cemetery already contained more than 400 neglected little graves.

The whole day every day we did nothing but lie in our beds staring at the ceiling or at dreary white walls. We were not children but mere vegetables withering away. We did not have a single toy and did not go outside for months. Doctors from the distant cities couldnt face dealing with our misery and avoided visiting the internat. Well-to-do donors or volunteers did not come to us, since nobody felt like wasting half a day on the road travelling back and forth from Zaporizhzhya. In all probability no one knew or cared to know about our existence. But it did not matter to me anymore I did my business in my pants because I could not explain to an aide that I needed to go to the toilet. She would not hear me anyway in the monotonous din of twenty-five mentally handicapped children all yelling at the same time!









But just as a ray of sunlight sometimes gets into a dark cave, such a miracle happened in our cave too!

One day several young people from a charity in Zaporizhzhya visited our internat, and the new internat director was not afraid to let them into our ward. They could not believe their eyes and could hardly hold back tears! Even though I am unable to speak, they somehow sensed my intelligence and managed to understand me.

Later these people returned, then again and again, and soon we got a volunteer teacher. She took us outdoors, helped us make handicrafts and, you wont believe it, she taught us to read! It turned out that I was good at memorizing letters and will probably be able to learn to type on a computer keyboard! Now I can ask to go to the toilet and dont sit in wet pants anymore! Now I have my own wheelchair and dont need to crawl on the floor! Recently, for the first time in my life, I swam in the sea! And for the first time in my life I saw that someone took pleasure in my success! I realized that I can be of use and bring joy to someone. (Could it be to my mom? That would be my wish.)


The first time at the seaside!

Things have improved. Still, sometimes I feel sad. Im a teenager now and one fine day theyll transfer me to an institution for mentally ill and disabled adults, possibly Orlov, where Ill become a vegetable again. In all likelihood Ill not survive it one more time and will just die there.

But through the World Wide Web Happy Child volunteers appealed to other kind people, and they started to help create a family-type house for me and my friends. They have already made a new roof and are now repairing the walls. But help is still needed to buy furniture and to pay a day teachers salary.

Every day we see our future home getting built; our HOPE is not fading away! Before drifting off to sleep I dream of moving there, learning to work on computer, and writing a book.


This is what the home for 9 children with special needs will look like

Perhaps then my mom will find out about me and we will live together! Ill sell many books and it will help kind people build many such houses throughout Ukraine! And itll inspire with hope many other unhappy children who were abandoned by their parents.
If you are moved by the appeal of the young Cossacks from Hoverla Mountain or by my story and want to help me and my friends, visit us at Kalinovka and youll see everything with your own eyes!
Heres the address:
Ukraine, the Zaporizhia Region, the Chernigov District, Kalinovka village near Panfilovka off of Highway P37; call us in advance, please, +3 8 066 513 34 35).

Meanwhile, you may be ready to take my word for it and make whatever donation you wish through Happy Child, the charitable foundation of these young people I told you about above:

Raiffeisen Bank Aval
380805 35147620
Bank account 26007256219 Recipient: The Happy Child Charity Foundation
The payment purpose: Charitable donation




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