Showing posts with label Jeny. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jeny. Show all posts

Monday, 13 June 2011

Notes from my last visit

I paid a visit to Glodeanu on Saturday, as I told you. I felt a joy that I can’t put into words when I saw them again and they were all happy and smiling. 

I encountered some of the children in the churchyard, right after service. Nicușor held a large plate with koliva and gave it to me in order to taste what his mother had prepared. I was glad to see the kids coming to church, for the service, especially on a Saturday, when we, urban people for example, rarely go to the Lord’s house on Saturday.

In church, I rejoined Mrs. Jenny, the teacher who is dedicated body and soul to the children and helped them together with other teachers to prepare the cards for the fair held in April. She told me about all the miraculous changes that have been happening in the past few weeks. Four of the children who received your and father Marian Tudor’s support and those to whom you have sent gifts are Mrs. Jeny’s pupils. She told me that the recent events have had a great impact on the children’s state of mind. For better. They have more appetite for life, play and books. I saw all this later that day when I stopped by their homes.
First stop was at Cristina’s house, where I saw the big blue-eyed Denisa again. I saw Nicușor, Vlad and Adrian. Cristina arranged our shoes we had taken off at the entrance. When I left, she whispered in my ear "You wear 37" (size 4 in UK).  They looked cheerful and energetic as any children of their age! That clumsiness I saw in their eyes at our first meeting vanished. Back then, they were sad and almost ashamed of poverty and the conditions in which we met, and somewhat embarrassed that we brought food and clothes. Now, the children greeted us with ease.
You can also notice the changes in Cătălin and Michael’s home. We found only Cătălin at home, who fled back into his mother's arms. But the house looks different – the bed is a proper bed now, the walls are lime-washed, the stove is clean, one can notice the freshly washed rugs spread on the walls, there are toys and curtains at the windows. I found some supplies and food in a box and outside, you could smell the freshly washed laundry hanged on the clothesline, waving in the wind. Cătălin's mother was not as scared as the first time. However, you can still read in her eyes the fear that someday, someone may come and take her kids away.

I was strongly impressed with Jeni. Beautifully dressed, she was sitting on a small bench in front of the gate with her sister, Florina and her brother, Bogdan. The minute we got there she told father Tudor that it was a good thing that he had paid for her participation in a French contest because Jeni won the contest, rating "excellent". I entered the room and Jeni got excited when she received a gift from Mrs. Luiza Almangiu, a gift that was wrapped with love and was sent from Bucharest. Her birthday had been at the end of May, so every thing she discovered in the gift prepared for her filled her with delight. Jeni impressed me because she was VERY CHEERFUL. Both she and Florina  were happy. At our first meeting Jeni was hunched an old lady, as if she was carrying the burdens of the entire universe on her shoulders. Now she was as happy as a butterfly, mainly because she had found out that she will go to the summer camp at Tismana at the end of August, by courtesy of a big hearted lady, who will bear the costs of camp for five children from Glodeanu.

When we got to Loredana’s house, we were not able to stay too long because it started pouring and we had to hurry so that our car would not get stuck in that muddy street. Lore received me as loving as always, between us there is a soul bound that can not be expressed in too many words. We both felt it at the very beginning of our first arrival in Glodeanu.

We dropped by Maria’s, who came out disheveled, with a big smile on her lips, looking happy to receive unannounced visitors. Fortunately, I read the same happiness on Marinuș’ face. He will also be going on the camp to Tismana. Marinuș signed like a doctor the document that had to be filled in before leaving for the camp. This kid is special. Not only will he graduate from school with "very good" marks, but he also seems to have developed signs of adult maturity and responsibility. He takes care of his younger siblings, just like a mother does.

This is what Glodeanu looked like on Saturday. I left that place much happier than I did after my first visit when all I could read in those children’s eyes was an immense sadness. I left thinking that things are on the right track, that baby steps were made towards a better life, because these children have THE CHANCE, they have a great chance. What is going to happen to them is the greatest joy of this year to me so far. Because they are the living proof that everything is possible. 

Much can be done if each of us gives a helping hand. Then each of us could mean so much to someone who never had anything. I left Glodeanu thanking St. Philophteia that she took care of these souls and their prayers were listened to especially because she is the patron saint of the village.  I'm sure these children have received and will continue to receive help from Saint Nicholas, from the Mother of God and from our Lord, Jesus Christ.
God will reward those who helped and will not cease to help the children!"

Nicoleta Ţintea

Sunday, 12 June 2011

I visited Glodeanu on Saturday...

I wrote about all the feelings I had experienced on yesterday’s trip to Glodeanu. I will come back and write about my observations on the children (Nicoleta Ţintea).

Marinuş's family
Some memories
Florina and her mother

Jeny reading her greeting card
Jeny trying her new dress
Happiness

Jeny and the Father
Jeny opening her gift
With the girls
At Jeny's home
A mother's love
Jeny and Florina


Cătălin's home
Some food
Denisa

Cristinica

Tuesday, 12 April 2011

Impression from the eco fair

For several days I’ve been trying to write on the blog to tell you how it was at the fair. I kept thinking what to write. How to start. What should I tell you first. Perhaps the fact that I had the feeling that many of the visitors who stopped by the stand where children from Glodeanu sold cards were sent by someone. Someone important sent by He who listens to these children everyday prayers.

You may think I am overreacting, but it rarely happens to meet in a single day so many warm – hearted little people. 

How to make myself understood? What words could express better the feeling and the gentle soft breeze I got on Saturday? It felt like falling from the sky silk brushing your cheeks. 
It was a day filled with emotions, namely when I had to speak on behalf of these children at the microphone. What to tell people? How to tell them? How can I tell them with the children present in the room, who know the meaning of hunger and shortcomings; how to pronounce the word "poverty"? How to pronounce this ugly word to say without offending them, when they always try to hide the truth in front of their schoolmates because they are ashamed of it. They are embarrassed to say that they don’t have coloured books or welcoming homes. I am used to speaking in public, but on Satuday I could hardly talk through all the tears.

At the end of the speech, Loredana, a 10 year old girl came to me, hugged me and told me that she liked it. She said that she knew what I meant. All day, I sneakily watched  this gray-eyed child and  I felt her fragile soul like a flower that could flourish nicely if someone allows it to develop in harmony.

Loredana
I saw sadness in Jeny’s eyes as I never saw in another child’s eyes. Her head bowed looking down, Jenny told the whole day stories she had learnt all by herself  from the books at the library to the ladies that were selling honey. How to explain what kind of women are the teachers, Jenny Ivanescu and Viorica Ungureanu and their colleagues? How much dedication and time they have given to help these children make greeting cards and glass icons! How to explain to you the fact that the children were given a helping hand from their classmates? They all  worked and put their souls in there, without asking for anything in return.


How to talk about the tears seen in the eyes of those who stopped at the stand? How to say that the day was a joy that I shared with children and visitors at the same time? How to tell you how much talent we have seen in these children who exhibit their handmade goods? You should have seen them establishing prices and the look on their faces when they were offering gifts to those who came to help them.


How to explain that there were people who made time to come on Saturday mainly  for the kids? They brought toys, story books, food and clothes, pretzels and gingerbread.

How to tell you how beautifully the children were welcomed and  Mrs. Sanda from the fair immediately prepared a table full of goodies provided by the manufacturer. Dana Popa, who organized the fair, always spoke so beautifully about these children to every passerby... How to tell you about all these? 

I would not have enough words to describe the joy, the excitement, the sadness, the compassion, how all these mixed feelings were felt in an unforgettable day. A day when God was near. One day the angels smiled to us through people. We won’t forget it any time soon. That's  for sure. Neither the kids, definitely.