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0901200270Sorry, it’s hard for me to express my emotions, I even forgot how to smile… I was in complete despair when the Chernovetskyi Fund appeared in my life… You know, when I became really scared? I was lying in the barn, I heard some kind of rustle, I was afraid that a rat, which got inside again would bite me… I had no food for two days, my head ached terribly, there was no one nearby and I couldn’t even call an ambulance – my phone broke. If hell exists on earth, then I went through several circles for sure. You helped me in a way no one did before… I always had to ask and humiliate myself a million times. And the Fund even gave me a phone so that I would not lose touch with the world and not be afraid to be alone. If someone else had told me this, I wouldn’t have believed it!
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Friends, I can imagine how happy you are to hear these heartfelt words of our old sick and lonely children! The words they wrote as gratitude is a gratitude to everyone who donated money to prolong their lives – every day of life is the most precious thing in the world.
I know for sure that you and I understand that their problems will not disappear until the very moment they face God!
Please, keep helping them. If there is any chance, be sure to call these wonderful people and tell them that there are no lonely old people in Georgia! They are our fathers and mothers, grandfathers and grandmothers, and there is no one but us to take care of them.
Gohar: My only dream is a normal bed! I sleep on the cold floor, on a pile of old clothes covered with old jackets. And I’m only 54 years old!
My father left us when I was very young. Almost immediately my mother became deathly ill. Then my beloved grandmother died. She loved me very much until her death! So I was left alone, completely alone, in this dilapidated house.
I go to the social canteen for a soup to not die of hunger. I go there both when it is hot or cold – for an hour and a half on foot. Is this life? Why it happens to me?!
