Look deep into the eyes of this child, friends! There's so much in them - inhuman pain, suffering, and plea: "Save me, save me!" No, he's not crazy! He's seriously ill! And his parents have no money for food, let alone treatment! Easing Giorgi's unbearable suffering is our human responsibility!
Look deep into the eyes of this child, friends! There's so much in them - inhuman pain, suffering, and plea: "Save me, save me!" No, he's not crazy! He's seriously ill! And his parents have no money for food, let alone treatment! Easing Giorgi's unbearable suffering is our human responsibility!
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13-year-old Giorgi was born by the sea. Perhaps that's why his beautiful eyes have the color of the sea wave. Giorgi was still little when doctors diagnosed him with mental disability. Sometimes he is calm, and sometimes he rages like the sea waves in winter.
We live in a tin shack, in a room measuring only 8 square meters. Everything has long been sold! I would sell this shack for my son and sleep under the open sky with my daughter. But this tin shack is not ours. We find ourselves homeless, unable to afford food and clothing for Nini, unable to provide medical examinations for Giorgi, and unable to purchase medicine for him!
But what truly torments me day and night is this: at a Turkish clinic, they informed me that they could potentially cure or alleviate our child's suffering! And now, here I stand before you, a mother who, due to the lack of finances, condemns her own son to continued suffering! Am I to blame?! Yes, I am to blame!!! That's the weight I carry when I gaze upon Giorgi!
Forgive me, Lord, for not kneeling before you sooner and for hesitating to reach out to strangers for help! But I can no longer bear to live like this! Please, forgive me for my pleas! I am a mother! I have no other choice!
We have nothing but this tin houseNini Makharadze (Giorgi's sister, 12 years old): Do you think I'm ashamed of my brother being like this? Some might call him crazy. I'll never hide that he's my brother. But my heart aches terribly when I see him like this. I don't even blame Mom for not buying me anything.
My mom has long had no money even for medication for my brother. So, I decided to earn money on my own. I'm 12, and no one will hire me for work. I learned to make jewelry with my own hands. For the sake of the brother, a sister can do anything. I've already sold some jewelry, I'll sell more. I'm saving this money for my brother's medicine.
Giorgi is my heart. I know, he can't talk, but every sister understands her brother's feelings without words. I beg you, kind people, help me raise money for my brother's medication, and I promise that when I grow up, I'll pay back all this money. And before that, I'll give you jewelry that I made myself as a gift. It's true, I can't make them with precious stones, but I make them with all my heart and love. It's a pity that only precious jewelry sells at a high price. And the jewelry made with heart and love, I can't sell for more than 3 laris. Can you advise me on what else I can do to help my brother? (Asks the correspondent.)
- Nini, with Giorgi having such a kind, strong, and fearless sister like you, it's already a big help from your side.
Nini: Do you really think so or are you just cheering me up?
- When you grow up, you'll see for yourself that I'm telling the truth. I'll soon return to Tbilisi and write an article about your brother. The whole of Georgia will read it. So, do you want to say something to the kind people?
Nini: Please, publish what I'm about to tell you (addressing the correspondent).
- I promise you, Nini.
Nini: Kind people, if you see a blue-eyed boy on the road, behaving strangely, please don't call him crazy.
And then I felt ashamed of myself. I hugged a mentally challenged child for the first time and understood one thing. No matter how insidious the disease may harm the child, it cannot harm only one thing – his kind heart. Yes, at the beginning of the day, I came to Giorgi as if he were mentally challenged, and at the end of the day, I left him with life experience. On my way from Khelvachauri I kept thinking about one thing: who knows how much good that boy with eyes the color of the sea wave could have done for the world if it weren't for his illness? Who knows how many seeds of kindness he would have sown on this sinful earth? Who knows how many lives would have been changed by the sprout that would have grown from this seed of kindness?
As I left, I told Giorgi that he would get better. And now I fear my words. I said those words hoping for you, kind people. Don't repeat my mistake, don't turn your back on the boy with eyes the color of the sea wave.
Don't forget to share this article so that more people can see it. It’s extremely important.
If you want to take part in saving the child’s life, here is his address: Khelvachauri, Fridon Khalvashi Streeet, 9th turn, building 295.
Our Fund’s accounts are:
- In Bank of Georgia GE64BG0000000470458000
– In TBC Bank GE15TB7194336080100003;
– In Liberty Bank GE42LB0115113036665000
(Purpose: The Makharadze family)
You can also transfer money from our website: Bank of Georgia (e-commerce), TБC Bank (GeoPay), Liberty Bank (PayGe), PayPal
It is also possible to transfer money from ExpressPay, TBCpay, and PayBox (OPPA) terminals. Find our Fund under "Charity" section (you can read more about rights and responsibilities of the Fund following the link https://goo.gl/GY2Gus).
We have already helped thousands of disadvantaged people! Let’s support this family too! And who knows, maybe someday we ourselves will need the help of strangers! Life is always unpredictable!
Even if you dial once this special number, it might save someone's life. It might save someone's life: 0901200270! God bless you!
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