Terrible things are happening, my friends! Eight-year-old Zauri has epilepsy. Can you imagine, the child hasn’t taken any medication for three months!!! Because his poor parents can’t afford either the pills or even food. They live in constant fear now, not knowing when Zauri might start having seizures and collapse dead. On behalf of myself and the Fund, I urge you: let’s give this family the warmth of our hearts and show how people in Georgia support each other, even when they are complete strangers! This is the essence of generosity—helping those you don’t know without expecting thanks in return!

Friends, Murman needs long-term rehabilitation. But the family, now without their only breadwinner, has no money for this. They’re surviving on social allowance and disability payments, barely enough to cover his medications and essentials like adult diapers. Murman’s wife doesn’t even have the money for a taxi to take him to therapy. It may seem like someone who’s bedridden doesn’t need much, but in reality, the opposite is true. Every month, Murman needs medication, special care supplies, and an anti-bedsore mattress. His wife is at his side 24/7 and can’t work, so she’s unable to meet all these needs alone. Your support is crucial! Your prayers mean so much. Let’s wish Murman strength and his wife patience and love, because love can work miracles. May God bless you!

The worst part is that the children suffer here! They not only breathe air poisoned by mold but also endure the air of disdain among their peers and certain teachers at school! Shorena (the mother) How can I explain to the teacher that I can’t afford to buy a computer for my child? That I will never be able to save up for one in my lifetime? And she says, “Everyone managed to do it, so can you.” It’s so cruel! When you don’t have money, everyone looks down on you, doesn’t consider you a human being… Nino (13-year-old): Many children tease us, flaunting their new things and giggling. And we have nothing. Absolutely nothing. Just recently, we all had a fever, and my mom couldn’t even afford to buy us medicine. – Shorena, from the moment I entered your house, I had only one thought: how do you live here? Shorena: If you can call it living… We’re just trying not to die here. Holding on as long as we can. But our strength is running out. Everything went haywire after my husband’s dea

Mariam miraculously survived a horrific car accident. It was a fateful taxi ride, and another car crashed into theirs at high speed. Two people died on the spot, and doctors can say they pieced the young woman back together. Most of her vital organs were damaged, and she had to have her spleen and gallbladder removed. Look at these horrific photos from the accident scene! Mariam says she is under God’s protection—how else could she have survived? But another blow awaited her: doctors discovered tumors in Mariam’s spleen. She endures excruciating pain that worsens every day, yet she holds back her tears. The family lives in extreme poverty, relying solely on social allowance.  There is no money for medications or exams.

“Did you come to help my brother? Did not you?” We’ve been waiting for you so much! I thought every passing car was bringing helpers. He really needs help! He’s such a good person! It’s heartbreaking to see him like this! He’s always crawling. You know how hard it is? I tried it once, and my knees hurt so much I almost cried. And he crawls like that his whole life. If you don’t believe me, try it yourself! Really! Go home and try it, then you’ll understand how hard it is for him…” – Eight-year-old Sergei greets us from the doorway as if he’s rehearsed a speech, because to him, we’re the saviors. Well, not us, but you, friends, who listen with your hearts and are open to good deeds!

If you want to curse a man, just tell him: “I wish your children were sick. And that’s it – he’ll be the most miserable person on the planet. “I don’t know how I find the strength to live, how I manage not to go crazy.” I think God gives strength to mothers who have sick children. I have two sons and both are sick. Gabriel, 5, and Lasha-Giorgi, 18-month-old. Gabriel has cerebral palsy – he can’t move or do anything on his own. Every month we lie in the hospital or in a rehabilitation center, and Lasha-Giorgi, a martyr, has been in an intensive care unit since birth, hooked up to machines. I haven’t even taken him in my arms, haven’t hugged him. He probably thinks he doesn’t have a mother.”