A year ago today, my sister-in-law Kayla and I made a harrowing drive from Donetsk to Amvrosivka in the middle of a snowstorm, racing the clock. Why would we do that? Sasha. That was the day we invited him to come to America to visit his brothers through Ukrainian Resource Center's orphan hosting program. I had met him a week prior and I KNEW he belonged with us. A phone call from a translator would not suffice; I had to look Sasha in the eye and let him know someone cared. My heart ripped to shreds that day, and still hasn't mended. I have learned so much from this boy this past year. I thank God every day for bringing him into my life, not just because Sasha will have a better future, but because of what he has shown me. Life's greatest blessings can come from the most unlikely places sometimes, can't they?
Today I booked Sasha's one way flight to Tulsa, under the Powell name. I suspect he'll be smiling the whole way home. I know I will. What a difference a year can make, indeed.
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