"I am dead, but there is only one difference between a dead man and me: I am not yet lying in a cold grave, I have not yet been covered with black earth. I've been chained to my bed for over 20 years, I can't move my legs, I can hardly move my arms, but I still can't get used to this state! I dream all the time that I walk, swim in the river, play football with my friends, but when I open my eyes, I try to move my leg and arm, but can’t do anything ... It hurts me to realize that it was just a dream. I feel dreary - as if a big ball gets stuck in my throat and suffocates me.  It feels like I had become a hostage of my body,” says 50-year-old Mamuka Solomnishvili. Tears come to the man’s eyes. He tries to hide them, but you still hear despair in his every word.

“For more than twenty years I have been lying in this bed like in a coffin”

- Mamuka, you are now 50 years old, you say that you have been bedridden for more than 20 years, so you fell ill very young. What happened to you?

Mamuka: I was as sound as a bell. After school I worked in a vineyard, then I was drafted into the army. I was in the last draft of the Soviet army. I served 2 years in Odessa. I returned home with great hopes and plans. My school love was waiting for me in Gurjaani. Her name was Natia, oh, how beautiful she was! I was planning to work hard to save money and buy an apartment in Tbilisi. We wanted to get married and live in the capital. I worked in two shifts. I worked at the factory, as a loader, I helped my neighbors in the vineyards. But I always felt tired. Then my neck started to hurt. You know, when you are young and full of energy, you don’t pay attention to such “trifles”. 

“And once I stood on my feet ... I don’t even remember when it was”

- But sometimes "trifles" are not really "trifles", right?

Mamuka: Unfortunately, I went to the doctor too late. They diagnosed me with multiple osteochondrosis of the spine and told me that it could lead to irreparable consequences. I didn't believe them, didn't pay attention, didn't get proper treatment. And then gradually my legs began to fail, I could barely walk with a cane, and then I got completely paralyzed. I got it all aggravated because of nerves as well. One of my brothers died, then my father died, then my second brother died of a heart attack... God, what terrible days my mother and I went through... I don't even want to remember. And in the end, we were left alone, me, a living corpse, and her, with a bunch of diseases and me in addition to them.

- And you never got married?

Mamuka: no, who needs a sick cripple? Natia married someone else, and my dreams to have a big family were buried along with my health. I have been worrying for years. I kept wondering how my life could have turned out, but then I came to terms with my situation. I don't even keep track of time. I can’t tell what day, month, year it is… I died 25 years ago when I hardly got out of bed for the first time.

“Mom is always there - she does not leave her sick son for a minute”

- You can't get up at all? How does your old mother take care of you?

Mamuka: I can’t get up at all. I don't know where my mother finds strength for it. As they say, all mothers are angels for their children. She feeds me, brings a basin of water to my bed to wash me. I won't tell you how she changes my diapers - it wounds my pride. She says that to her, I am again the baby Mamuka she used to raise. 

"That's what real Angels look like - they have the faces of mothers!"

- Does the pain bother you?

Mamuka: Sometimes it's very hard for me... Sometimes the pains are so bad that they drive me insane! They are unbearable! Sometimes I feel burning, shooting pains in my extremities. But one thing is worse than the pain - the feeling of helplessness. Sometimes I don't even have money for regular painkillers. What kind of medicine am I talking about? Sometimes I don't even have enough money for food!

- What means do you live on?

Mamuka: All our income is pension and allowance. Everything is so expensive now. As I said, sometimes we eat only bread for a few days.  Everything you see here is so old that it is falling apart on its own.

- Is this your house?

Mamuka: It can hardly be called house. There is only one room, and there are two of us - me and my mother. But we are used to it. Sometimes I really feel like I'm in a coffin. Only this small TV makes me feel better. One man was selling it for 50 lari, and I asked my mother to buy it to feel that we are still alive. Mom agreed, when this man brought it to us and saw how we live, he gave it to us for free. I believe God sent him to us. Here are my icons, I often pray. I don’t remember the words of the prayers, but in my own words I ask the Almighty to give strength and health to my poor mother. I cannot even check her blood pressure - the poor thing has to go to our neighbor to know whether she needs to take a pill. Also, her hearing is very bad, and she sits next to me all the time. She's afraid she can't hear if I call her. People, take care of your moms! No one but them will take care of you when you get sick, no one will need you." 

These people consider themselves dead, and the setting of their home with a concrete floor contributes to that

- Mamuka, what could we and all of Georgia do for you and your mother to make your life just a little bit easier?

Mamuka: First of all, we need a blood pressure monitor. We would be happy if someone would give us a new big TV, and a bed, at least for Mom - we sleep on the beds my mom got as a dowry. Can I ask for a razor for myself? Look what I look like, and my mom can't shave me anymore. That's why I dream of having an electric razor. And food... and medications... I think I ask for too, I'm sorry. I told you I was dead, but I still want to live. 

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Friends, this young man is in a terrible situation. The disease confined him to his bed, broke him, deprived him of the ability to walk and live a normal life. He needs help! Mamuka believes that you will not leave him in trouble and will help him. Don't be indifferent! Respond to the misfortune of this unfortunate man and his mother!

Mamuka is in desperate need of food and medications. A TV and beds are his only dream. And a razor and a blood pressure monitor will make his life easier. 

You can visit Mamuka and his mother yourself. Their address is: Gurjaani District, Vazisubani village.

Every time you can help someone, just do it, and rejoice that God answers someone's prayers through you! 

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