Savchuk, Valentyna
I was born on June 29, 1948, in the city of Kurakhove, Donetsk region.
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Tell about your childhood, school, family, etc.
I was brought up in a loving family. I am very grateful to my parents for giving me a happy childhood. I was not spoiled much, but I had everything I needed. Most importantly, I felt that they cared about me. Since childhood, I was also taught to be independent. These skills came in handy later on. I have only pleasant memories of my childhood. I still keep in touch with some of my classmates from my childhood.
Where did you work? Was your work good? Were you happy with your job?
After high school, I went to college. Then I worked as a nurse in a hospital in Kurakhove for 42 years. This job has both advantages and drawbacks. It is important to be very stress-resistant because people have different personalities, especially sensitive when they are sick, with different temperaments. So sometimes I had to play the role of a psychologist for some of them, to calm them down. But despite the challenges, I loved my job.
Tell about your present life.
The military aggression against my country has led to large-scale destruction, human losses, and social disruption. I don’t even know where we found the strength when we were hiding from the constant shelling, which did not stop day or night. I will never forget the fear in the eyes of the children. No one wanted this war. We were faced with a choice without a choice. We had to evacuate from our hometown. Now I have to rent a place in another city, where I have to somehow arrange my life and somehow survive.
Have you accepted Christ? How long have you been following the Lord?
I believe in Christ. I strive to grow in faith every day. Every day I get to know Christ more and more. My parents were believers. I started reading the Bible myself after I was 40 years old. It is important for me to understand the meaning of faith in Christ.
Tell about one thing your sponsor needs to know about you.
I thought for a long time about what to write. I am an IDP. At the age of 76, I lost my home. All this is very difficult. I look in the mirror and do not recognize my reflection. I no longer have my own home! When I realized this, it was as if something broke inside me. I cried a lot when my items arrived in boxes. I pressed them to my face and they smelled like a home that no longer exists. This is a terrible tragedy. It was as if I had been uprooted from the ground. I miss my hometown, I don’t feel good anywhere else. I hope that this horror will end soon.