“Have you ever in your life felt the smell of fear? Perhaps you will say that such a smell does not exist, but I tell you, it does. And you know what it smells like? Four walls filled with the anticipation of death in complete darkness and loneliness!”

“65-year-old Anna Tevzadze is a first-degree disabled person. Her hell began 48 years ago when she was diagnosed with diabetes, and she completely lost her sight in both eyes!”

“Blindness is hell. I so much want to see compassion in your souls! In souls, because my eyes have long ceased to see anything. Sometimes I dream of death.”

“I sometimes want to die from the pain and incessant itching. Sometimes, the pain is so intense that it clouds my vision, and even medications do not always cope with it. It’s tough for a single person to stretch their pension to cover all their needs.” – says Julietta, trying not to show desperation in her words. “Every step is given to me with great difficulty. Every step for me is pain.”

Mother Elena: Forgive me for bothering you and asking so much, but isn’t this a shared cause of ours. I won’t hide it—I’m relying on you again… (Smiles) We’re always in need of medications, diapers, wet wipes, and cleaning supplies for the bath and toilet. To care for our three bedridden residents, I use a special cleansing foam. Maybe someone would like to donate a piano to the shelter? It doesn’t have to be new, just in good working condition. Our grandmothers need more joy—this would truly entertain them. And who knows, maybe someone would even give a little concert, like the students from the Georgian-German School “Skhivi.” Oh, what a wonderful day that was! I’ve also been thinking of enclosing the area where our residents sit during the day, to shield them from rain and wind. Metal-plastic would be best. I’m seeking help with this as well. The “Lazaret” shelter regularly needs medications, diapers, hygiene items, and cleaning supplies. Visiting the grandmothers in person is a lovely idea! This day will bring them so much joy and become a lasting memory!

The life you build day by day can be destroyed by a single drunk driver. In a second, in just a few moments, all your plans, dreams, and hopes can be annihilated.’I always had everything under control, and I thought it would be that way until old age.Perhaps, you think the same? But in reality, our future is as fragile as glass. It turns out that my entire life was in the hands of a reckless drunk driver. He could have not only killed himself but also destroyed someone else’s family, dreams, and even lives as a whole,’ Anton says with pain in his heart. ‘But it was I who stood in his way.’

Blind, sick, and lonely, but very, very kind and good-hearted, 82-year-old grandmother Shura needs compassion and help!
If we don’t lend a helping hand, friends, one day she will quietly pass away, and no one will know! Will we really leave her without assistance? Shura wouldn’t treat us this way! And after all, the ways of the Lord are inscrutable.
Shura: I sit here and think about how to get up and reach my bed… (Tears stream down the face of the blind old lady.) Give me your hand, help me get up. It’s good that you came, sometimes a whole day goes by, and there’s no one to talk to. I constantly need medications, dear, to stay alive. Nutritional supplements for my heart and brain, blood pressure medication, eye drops. I think I won’t even be able to stoke the stove anymore. I’ve become very weak. I’ll probably freeze this winter if the stove goes out, and no one comes to check on me in time. It would be good if I had a gas heater.

You won’t believe it, but I didn’t utter a single request, yet one day, a miracle happened! I stood by the pharmacy, gazing at medications that I couldn’t afford in a million years. Out of the blue, a striking young man noticed me, worn down by life, and it was as though he could sense my thoughts, the pain in my eyes! Without uttering a word, he took my hand, led me into the pharmacy, and purchased medicines worth 300 lari! I fervently pray that the Lord will forever remember his kindness! She thought her body was made of stone and her heart of ice, but even people like her can break! When the first stroke failed to break her, a second one happened to her and took away her power of speech and then the third one confined her to the bed. But being helpless for a lonely person is the same as being dead. Tina survived, stood up, and learned to speak again. ‘I won’t let this illness turn me into a rotting piece of flesh!’ she repeated every day.