Country: Ukraine, town : Vinnitsa.
Our city began to actively join in efforts to aid earthquake victims in Haiti. Although we are many thousands of kilometers from Haiti. Our hearts are with you!
If left without shelter and means of existence, we are happy to accept and take care of the victims in our city.
Contacts:
Valentin,
Ukraine, Vinnitsa
Sobornaya st.
webcom2000@gmail.com
+380934297575
my english is bad :(
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Gallery of virtues
For not indifferent.
We invest in the future.
In opening gallery young artists (for children of orphans) In children's home (age of children of 2-14 years). They simply very much like to draw. So they endure the loneliness.
It is necessary for them:
Your sincere smile. Without it donations have no sense.
... Computers, toys, clothes... etc.
Simply recollect that to you did not suffice in the childhood.
Who is ready to join an embodiment of children's dream?
We invest in the future.
In opening gallery young artists (for children of orphans) In children's home (age of children of 2-14 years). They simply very much like to draw. So they endure the loneliness.
It is necessary for them:
Your sincere smile. Without it donations have no sense.
... Computers, toys, clothes... etc.
Simply recollect that to you did not suffice in the childhood.
Who is ready to join an embodiment of children's dream?
Friday, January 29, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Despair. The sad story of one credit. Part 2.
After another sleepless night, watching the sunrise, I understood the essence of beauty. Seeking beauty in the sunrise or sunset, will only see the sun, clouds, sky and horizon line for as long as does not realize that beauty does not exist by itself. Beauty - is the ability to see.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Despair. The sad story of one credit
(Sorry for my english)
This story began 2 years ago. When for various reasons had to take the credit. Relying on its own capabilities, I did not even know what will survive during these 2 years. It all started after the onset of the crisis. Loss of work, the constant search for revenue, do not yield any results. Every day my thoughts were only aimed at one thing: to close the debt. Inner tension grew. Grew from impotence remedy the situation. Each initiative was simply blank, and aggravated the condition of my despair. Who felt that such despair can understand me. I understand that we are created in order that would help each other. While an ordinary communication, advice or just to cheer up a kind word.
I keep myself in hands. For a long time. Well, that no one sees, as I wake up at night and for a long time I can not sleep, I see the same dreams, wake up with the same idea. Second day I live on coffee and cigarettes. Who can help to forget everything? Or at least not to think about this? Or just do not think. For me, it seems impossible. First time in my life wanted to scream for help. Open here your pain, sorrow, despair. Despair amplified because hurt loved ones. At the head of the chaos that can not be put in order, which gives rise to hopelessness. The impasse makes me a slave to his own fears. What's next? How to not break?
Now understand: compassion never help another person. Will help participates. Waiting for tomorrow ...
Who was in such a situation, write!
This story began 2 years ago. When for various reasons had to take the credit. Relying on its own capabilities, I did not even know what will survive during these 2 years. It all started after the onset of the crisis. Loss of work, the constant search for revenue, do not yield any results. Every day my thoughts were only aimed at one thing: to close the debt. Inner tension grew. Grew from impotence remedy the situation. Each initiative was simply blank, and aggravated the condition of my despair. Who felt that such despair can understand me. I understand that we are created in order that would help each other. While an ordinary communication, advice or just to cheer up a kind word.
I keep myself in hands. For a long time. Well, that no one sees, as I wake up at night and for a long time I can not sleep, I see the same dreams, wake up with the same idea. Second day I live on coffee and cigarettes. Who can help to forget everything? Or at least not to think about this? Or just do not think. For me, it seems impossible. First time in my life wanted to scream for help. Open here your pain, sorrow, despair. Despair amplified because hurt loved ones. At the head of the chaos that can not be put in order, which gives rise to hopelessness. The impasse makes me a slave to his own fears. What's next? How to not break?
Now understand: compassion never help another person. Will help participates. Waiting for tomorrow ...
Who was in such a situation, write!
Light in my soul.
Even in dark times, you can find out by contacting the Light!
... and drop of hope
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
When a dream dies ...
Dream is like a butterfly. It is light and weightless, but it's worth to touch her and she will not be able to fly as they are ... Big dreams are not always bright as swallowtail. Innermost. Secret, even from our minds, dreams n in the twilight of our consciousness. We can not even articulate them. They are like a revelation - when they close, we hear the movement of air from their wings
You know how to dream?
Tell us what is - your dream. Who knows, maybe this action will be another step towards its implementation - the formula of your dreams.
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