Letters of gratitude and letters full of love from the beneficiaries of the Fund

Eight-year-old Alex was born with a heart defect. He urgently needs serious medical treatment, but his poor mother can’t even afford to take him to a doctor, let alone buy the necessary medications. Alex was only two years old when his father left the family. Since then, the father hasn’t shown the slightest concern for his son’s health. To make matters worse, he heartlessly refuses to pay child support. This is Andria. This poor boy has a tumor affecting a quarter of his brain. Doctors discovered this terrible growth when Andria was just 1 year and 8 months old. But once again, due to extreme poverty, the boy has not received the treatment he desperately needs. His mother couldn’t even afford to buy porridge for her little boy. Andria is now 12 years old, and his health is deteriorating by the day.

As soon as Khatia saw the Fund’s correspondent at her door, she couldn’t hold back her tears and cried out: “I want to get out of bed! Please, help me! Help me!  I will pray for you on my knees every day!” Dear friends, you need to understand—Khatia has been bedridden for over a year, unable to leave her home. Her elderly parents don’t have the strength to lift her and transfer her into a wheelchair. The family’s expenses have skyrocketed: daily care for a bedridden person, prevention of bedsores, diapers, pads, ointments… It’s a situation impossible to manage without outside help.

Freezing orphans spotted a pile of damp firewood and hurried to carry it home to light their stove. While their father was alive, he would bring firewood every morning to warm the house before the children left for school. After his death, everything in the Gulishvili family changed. Their happy childhood vanished in an instant, and these little angels were thrown into the harsh reality of survival. Kind people, you’ve surely seen for yourselves that these noble children will one day keep their promise and stand by those in need. But for now, these little angels need our help. The children live in a crumbling home and dream of having a gas heater.  They sleep on broken beds that might collapse if they try to turn over. Their shoes are soaked through, and instead of a warm dinner, they drink tea with steal bread. They can’t even escape the freezing winter winds because broken windows and an old wooden door let the cold air rush in. It’s as if the whole world has turned against these orphans. Who knows, perhaps their father is looking down in sorrow, unable to rest in peace knowing his children are in such misery. But we cannot let this continue! These little angels, left without a father, have only one hope—you, kind-hearted people!