On a happier note, the Maternity Hospital in Lviv delivered an entire “platoon” of newborns between my first and second deliveries of medical supplies, including this pair of twins.
Born into a war beyond their comprehension, this brother and sister slept peacefully through their first hours on Earth. My heart was softened and refreshed by their innocence and faith that other hands would protect and nourish them.
This is what it is all about…. Not the tanks…. Not the adrenaline’s allure…. Just the fresh faces of the next generation restoring hope in my jaded heart…. May they know more joy than sorrow…. God bless….
