What I carried was something else—the resilience of the people. The way they kept moving. The way life keeps going, even when everything around it is breaking. How people adapt. How they find pieces of normal in places that are anything but. The quiet, stubborn will to live—when everything says not to. Just 14 miles from the front line, I walked through a park after dinner. And it was calm. Ordinary. People jogging. Kids laughing. Couples holding hands. Dogs chasing balls. Tu

It’s the question I’ve been asked most often since returning from Ukraine. Well… it  is  a war zone. Before I went, I prepared as thoroughly as I could. I imagined the worst: death, dismemberment, PTSD—whether for me or someone alongside me. I carried a self-applied tourniquet and practiced using it. I wore dog tags. I had a flak jacket and helmet marked with my name and the word “Volunteer” in Ukrainian—though thankfully, I never had to wear them. We carried a fully stocked

Our Team My colleague Peter and I started our journey in Romania, where we met up with three volunteers who had worked with Peter—two...

Jennifer Gouge & Janice Brookshire I never hoped to make it to a war zone. As a traveler, this was not my ‘trip of a lifetime’ dream. But...

Children on the front line must cope not only with the constant bombing, they also have to deal with lack of services and education, as well as the pervasive fear that will mark them forever.

Our New Partnership in Northern Donetsk Just weeks ago, we found ourselves pivoting once again as the brutal realities of war reshaped...

Rescuing Civilians from Toretsk For nearly two years, we supported three community centers and kitchens in collaboration with local...

We extend our support to Toretsk, a frontline village without power or running water