Well, I am a few days into this thing called the World Race – sitting here at a camp about two hours north of Kyiv, Ukraine. I would tell you the name of the town we are outside of, but I can’t remember nor can I even spell it. I won’t lie, the Ukrainian Alphabet is fun like a puzzle, but very confusing… most of the characters you might recognize don’t make even close to the same sounds. The language barrier has been tough so far but everything else has gone amazingly well.
We are working with an organization who mostly attempt to transition orphans in their later teenage years into the working world. The two leaders (a married couple with an awesome story) take in these kids into a home where they learn trade skills and other important transitional things to have a better chance of living independent and successful lives outside of the orphanage.
