Mother Elena: Forgive me for bothering you and asking so much, but isn’t this a shared cause of ours. I won’t hide it—I’m relying on you again… (Smiles) We’re always in need of medications, diapers, wet wipes, and cleaning supplies for the bath and toilet. To care for our three bedridden residents, I use a special cleansing foam. Maybe someone would like to donate a piano to the shelter? It doesn’t have to be new, just in good working condition. Our grandmothers need more joy—this would truly entertain them. And who knows, maybe someone would even give a little concert, like the students from the Georgian-German School “Skhivi.” Oh, what a wonderful day that was! I’ve also been thinking of enclosing the area where our residents sit during the day, to shield them from rain and wind. Metal-plastic would be best. I’m seeking help with this as well. The “Lazaret” shelter regularly needs medications, diapers, hygiene items, and cleaning supplies. Visiting the grandmothers in person is a lovely idea! This day will bring them so much joy and become a lasting memory!

In a small, cold, and damp room sits a man whose life has become an endless chain of suffering. Before you stands a person who has been relentlessly battered by fate, and a dreadful illness has robbed him of both his legs and arms! Only agonizing memories of a once healthy and normal life remain. Fourteen surgeries have transformed him into a living shell – instead of providing healing, the doctors attempted to address his issues with surgical procedures.

“A person should pray not to fall into the hands of these ‘butchers’ in white coats. There’s no escaping them! Look at what they’ve done to me! Butchers in white coats cut me up like a New Year’s pig – says Zviad and shows us his hands and feet… – exclaims Zviad as he shows us his hands and legs, or rather, what remains of them. They sliced me up, he laments. I used to go to doctors with issues, and they sent me under the knife right away. “

The life you build day by day can be destroyed by a single drunk driver. In a second, in just a few moments, all your plans, dreams, and hopes can be annihilated.’I always had everything under control, and I thought it would be that way until old age.Perhaps, you think the same? But in reality, our future is as fragile as glass. It turns out that my entire life was in the hands of a reckless drunk driver. He could have not only killed himself but also destroyed someone else’s family, dreams, and even lives as a whole,’ Anton says with pain in his heart. ‘But it was I who stood in his way.’

You know what happens to a person when they don’t eat for a day? Or two days? Or three? What if that person is a 10-year-old girl? And her 9-year-old sister? And there are five of them in the family! We’ll tell you right now. We always tell you everything.

Mari (10 years old): On the first day, it was still okay. It was just hard to fall asleep. The smell of bread kept haunting me all the time. On the second day, my stomach and head started hurting. I can’t remember which one hurt more. In the evening, I even felt like crying. But I held back my tears so that I wouldn’t show them to Mom. I’m the oldest, after all! If I had cried, everyone else would have cried too. On the third day, everything sounded muffled in my ears, and there were gray spots in my vision.

Each epileptic seizure could be the last for Giorgi It is impossible to watch the agony of Giorgi, Nini and their mother Megi without tears. It is impossible to get to know them and not go crazy with worry. Only a mother can endure so much – a guardian angel sent by God.
Megi: My son has a full set of serious illnesses: epilepsy, cerebral palsy, autism. My son has experienced clinical death four times. Do you know how many times people suggested that I get rid of Gio and start living? They tried to convince me to send him to an orphanage or to a special institution for intellectually disabled children. Could you do that? I couldn’t. Could you get rid of your child, whom they saved from the clutches of death four times?

Blind, sick, and lonely, but very, very kind and good-hearted, 82-year-old grandmother Shura needs compassion and help!
If we don’t lend a helping hand, friends, one day she will quietly pass away, and no one will know! Will we really leave her without assistance? Shura wouldn’t treat us this way! And after all, the ways of the Lord are inscrutable.
Shura: I sit here and think about how to get up and reach my bed… (Tears stream down the face of the blind old lady.) Give me your hand, help me get up. It’s good that you came, sometimes a whole day goes by, and there’s no one to talk to. I constantly need medications, dear, to stay alive. Nutritional supplements for my heart and brain, blood pressure medication, eye drops. I think I won’t even be able to stoke the stove anymore. I’ve become very weak. I’ll probably freeze this winter if the stove goes out, and no one comes to check on me in time. It would be good if I had a gas heater.