I remember being told once by a psychologist that if you bottle sadness up inside, it will eventually overflow, sometimes after being triggered by something unexpected. I’m sure I wasn’t the only one bottling sadness by the six-pack on the Polish Ukrainian border.

Long ago, a friend of mine carried his violin to the frontlines of WWII. At Medyka, we saw a young Ukrainian girl carrying her violin too, escaping the horror and tragedy unfolding in her homeland.

Wrapped in the flag of their nation, refugees who have chosen to stay at the Polish border provide an invaluable service to their fellow Ukrainians.

A day on the Polish Ukrainian border is guaranteed to bring forth a gamut of emotions

I will take many memories away from my time here at the Polish Ukrainian border. One I will never forget is the strength and stoicism shown by the Ukrainians.

The charity I have joined on the Polish Ukraine border is a real unity of nations, with citizens of over 10 countries working together to help those who have been forced from there homes.

I’m not really sure what to expect when I arrive at the border. But I do know that everyone will be hoping that the international condemnation of Russia’s invasion, the resilience of the defenders, and the strength of human decency and compassion will stop the catastrophe that is destroying Ukraine.