Friends, when you see what a life these unfortunates have, you will certainly get horrified! They are lepers. Not for us - people who know that there is God, but for officials who are obliged to help them! Will we leave them in trouble and turn our backs on them as well? Just look at the photo.

"I am not afraid of death, I am afraid for my daughter, for my husband, they are sick and cannot cope without me!" - Lela bursts into tears. A year ago, she was diagnosed with the last stage of cancer. It would seem, that nothing could be worse. But this is only a small piece of the grief that befell this kind Georgian family...

“I wake up, sit down ... While sitting I say to myself: “Well, are you still alive? Can we handle it today? Do you want to eat? Let's go shopping". It has lasted 11 years! After my TV went out of order, I have been lost completely. I don't know when the day comes, when the night comes, what date it is. I go out and wait until someone greets me to ask them what day it is, what time it is, what is happening in the world ... Then I pick myself up, take my stick and go to the nearest store to buy some bread. Though I'm blind, I still need food. The store seems to be close, but it takes me three hours to get there. Sometimes a cow butts me, or I run into something, fall down, lose my orientation, turn off the road...

“Look, my mom has seven stitches on her head!” - a little beauty Bella says - “Such terrible things happen to her! She collapses, rolls her eyes, and can’t stop shaking! " Oh, God! There is so much sadness in the beautiful eyes of this child... The baby is only 9 years old, every day she sees how her dear mother suffers severe attacks, she sees how a terrible disease drains her mother’s life force. A child's heart hurts, because her mother can collapse any second and hit her head - anything can happen to her!

“I’m Zakaria. I am 31 years old. I realize that I am a grown man, but I need my mom, as in the first years of my life. I am disabled, no matter how rude this word sounds. Yes, I am like this. I've been half-human for 10 years now. If not for my mother, I probably would not have been able to move at all. She makes me live. She wakes me up in the morning to do my exercises. I have no idea where she gets so much energy. She says to me: "I can do anything for you, but I cannot do exercises instead of you." She has been enduring my bad temper for 10 years now. She endures all my failures. And my small victories are only her merit. The fact that I can stand, eat and speak on my own is all thanks to my mother. "

"How is this possible?" - you will probably ask. Mzia Dzamukashvili knows the answer to this question very well. She first died at the age of 9 when she went blind. Her world was gone. Her childhood ended and her life ended too. Mzia buried and mourned her dreams. And then she was resurrected for another life - in eternal darkness. She learned to live by touch - to walk, read, recognize other people. She learned not to dream about great joys. Her fate was like an evil stepmother, it was not going to give her love, the joy of motherhood, happiness.

The last thing she remembers from the good life is how happy she was when she left home on November 10th. This is how Inga looked like before she got sick, in 2017... On that wonderful and happiest day in her life, she was in seventh heaven with a beautiful fabric she bought for a coat. She dreamed of how she would show off in it, how it would suit her! And that's it... Then darkness befell her for many days.