Karina: “These are the exercises I do with my daughter every day. It’s our entire treatment! Sometimes, we don’t even have enough money for food! And I’m walking around in torn shoes myself!”
“The problem is, I often suffer from terrible headaches too! But going for a consultation – there’s no money for that! And then I’m helpless… And my heart aches for my child!”
How far is a mother willing to go for the health of her child? What sacrifices is she ready to make? How many days can she go without food, and how many years can she wear the same torn shoes, just to ensure her only joy isn’t deprived? And how long can she ignore her excruciating headaches that are killing her?
“My daughter is my whole world. I have no one but her and we’re alone in this entire world! How we manage to survive – I don’t know. But perhaps God loves my Juliette and won’t leave us.”

The house is a torture chamber for children! If we don’t warm them with love, irreversible tragedy will soon strike! Mzevinar, the mother, is uncertain whether she and her children can be rescued. She’s reaching out for our help, refusing to accept that God has decreed perpetual suffering for her family. Her husband, Avtandil, already once jailed for domestic violence, is a drunken brute, creating an atmosphere of fear, while his wife and children – Rusudan and Tariel – are hostages of fear and violence! After the brute’s release from prison, they are once again taken hostage by Avtandil. Rusudan has been living in her own world for 23 years now. She never had any friends, and she only talks to herself. “Tariel is afraid of everything. Even the word ‘father’ triggers panic attacks in him. His hands shake, and he starts to stutter.”

Badri (father, 54 years old): It was 4 in the morning when we heard a loud crack. I grabbed the sleeping children and ran outside. The day before the tragedy, we decided to move to the next room— perhaps we sensed something bad was coming. We went to sleep with fear, worrying that the ceiling might collapse on us. And the worst happened. Friends, these little angels can melt the hardest of hearts. How could anyone remain indifferent to such a plight?  Eight children are begging us for help. They don’t want to live in these terrible conditions; they just want to go home. Let’s unite and repair the roof for this family, who has given Georgia eight wonderful and decent children. 

In the deep, dark corner of a dilapidated house, within an empty room, lies a father of a large family. His eyes are full of sadness and fear for each member of his family. His tears are the most bitter in the world! During every choking episode, he bids a farewell to his wife and children! So terrible! His story is not just a personal story. It is a tragedy and a cry of all the sick and suffering in Georgia! The ways of the Lord are mysterious, my friends! We all understand this wisdom! We can’t count on anyone in Georgia except ourselves! Let’s lend a hand to the family because we are their last hope!

Nona (34 years old): I have been confined to a wheelchair since childhood. It’s so hard to talk about, but I can’t walk at all. Even with assistance. Not a single step, no matter how hard I try. I’m trapped within four walls and hardly ever go out. That’s why I decided to call your Fund. You have so many friends, and I want to befriend them and hope for help!

Five-year-old Lizzy clutched a piece of stale bread with a death grip. She’s sick, weak, suffering from cerebral palsy, and was born with a cleft lip, but no one can take the last piece of bread from her. It’s a matter of life and death. Even Lizzy understands that if she doesn’t fight for this morsel of food, she might go hungry for several days.