{"id":64786,"date":"2016-08-17T15:03:40","date_gmt":"2016-08-17T19:03:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/staging.samaritanspurse.org\/?p=64786"},"modified":"2018-01-05T09:27:22","modified_gmt":"2018-01-05T14:27:22","slug":"shoebox-stories-evgeniy-and-the-soap","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/samaritanspurse.org\/es\/operation-christmas-child\/shoebox-stories-evgeniy-and-the-soap\/","title":{"rendered":"#ShoeboxStories: Evgeniy and a Bar of Soap"},"content":{"rendered":"\r\n\r\n\t\r\n\t\r\n\t\r\n\t\r\n\t\r\n\t\r\n\t\r\n\t\r\n\t\r\n<\/g>\r\n\r\n\t\r\n<\/g>\r\n<\/svg>\r\n\r\n\r\n\t\r\n<\/g>\r\n\r\n\t\r\n\t\r\n\t\r\n\t\r\n\t\r\n\t\r\n\t\r\n\t\r\n\t\r\n<\/g>\r\n<\/svg>\r\n\r\n\r\n\t\r\n\t\r\n\t\r\n\t\r\n\t\r\n<\/g>\r\n<\/svg>\r\n\r\n
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#shoeboxstories compila continuamente historias de beneficiarios que comparten el impacto eterno de una simple caja de regalos.<\/h4>\r\n\t<\/header>\r\n\r\n\t
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To the person that packed my shoebox, I say, \u201cThank you! You gave me something small, but it was so significant!\u201d\r\n\r\n\r\n
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My mother abandoned me at birth so I grew up in an orphanage until I was adopted in 2004 at age 14. At the orphanage, located in part of the former Soviet Union, we didn\u2019t have a lot of things\u2014including showers or bathtubs. Instead, they put us on a school bus once a month and drove us to the public bath house in a small city of 10,000 people. The 120 kids in the orphanage were divided by age group for the event. In my group of 30 kids, we shared one bar of soap.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\t\t\t\t

At age 12, I received my shoebox wrapped in blue Christmas paper. There was a slinky and some small plastic rubber balls in it, and a nice white washcloth, too. Looking at the washcloth, I thought: What is this? I had no idea how to use it. But, best of all, there was a bar of scented soap. It smelled wonderful! That was so special because the soap we had in the orphanage was odorless. <\/p>\r\n\r\n\t\t\t\t

\u201cBest of all, there was a bar of scented soap.\u201d
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At the orphanage, we had to hide everything that was precious to us because it could get stolen by older kids. So I gave an older friend my bar of soap and asked her to keep it for me. I never took it to the public bath because it probably wouldn\u2019t have survived.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\t\t\t\t

She hid the soap until about a year after I received my shoebox. At that time, showers were built in the orphanage\u2014our first two for 120 kids. It was, however, about another six months before the showers actually began working properly. One Sunday after they finally started functioning, I asked my friend for the bar of soap.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\t\t\t\t

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Another friend and I went and begged the security guard to open the showers up for us so we could use them. He was kind. He opened the locked showers because I told him I had this soap. That was the first time I used it. Then I put it back in the white box, closed it, and gave it to my older friend again for safe keeping. I only used it a couple more times before I left the orphanage.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\t\t\t\t

\u201cIt was precious. I’d never had my own bar of soap.\u201d
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That bar of soap was a present that I\u2019d never had before. It was precious. It was my own. I specifically remember that I didn\u2019t want anyone else to use it. I\u2019d never had my own bar of soap.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\t\t\t\t

I became a Christian about a year and a half to two years after my brothers and I were adopted. When we learned English and were able to communicate with our parents, they shared the Gospel with us. Growing up within the Orthodox church, we knew of Jesus as God. But, we were not taught about having a personal relationship with Him. My parents told us we could have a relationship with Jesus. We could talk with him in prayer. My brother accepted Christ right after that and I later followed.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\t\t\t\t

Today, I work for a pharmaceutical company in Texas that makes eye care products. I am also a photographer in my spare time. Looking back, I realize that my shoebox gave me a sense of hope. It showed me that someone really cared enough to pack this gift and send it to me.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\t\t\t\t

\u201cMy shoebox gave me a sense of hope.\u201d
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To the person that packed my shoebox, I say, \u201cThank you! You gave me something small, but it was so significant!\u201d<\/p>\r\n\r\n\t\t\t\t

Now as I pack shoeboxes, every one contains a bar of scented soap just like the one I received and a washcloth. I want the child to experience what I experienced. I want them to know that there\u2019s someone who cares for them. Most of all, I want them to know God loves them.<\/p>\r\n\r\n

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