Every time Gela experiences an attack, he feels like he’s saying goodbye to life.  The ambulance might not make it in time to save him.   He struggles to breathe, unable to take even a single breath in or out. An oxygen concentrator is Gela’s only chance to survive, but he doesn’t have the money to buy one. His disability pension and 30-lari social allowance can’t even cover the medications cost. Every time he has an attack, the ambulance team has to come and revive him. Friends, Gela doesn’t remember a single joyful day in his life.  He was in fourth grade when his mother got sick, and he had to take on the responsibility of caring for the family.   This little boy milked a cow and cooked meals all by himself. He’s been through so much hardship and deserves a peaceful old age and the most basic comfort.  There’s no one else he can turn to but us!  Together, we can give Gela a chance to keep living!

“Lord, help me survive for the sake of my children,” Koba repeats over and over again. The man has brain cancer, and he is tormented by terrible headaches. A giant tumor already occupies 90 percent of his brain. His condition worsens with each passing day. He needs urgent surgery. This is the only chance for him to survive, and we cannot miss it if we want to save the man! May these words reach your hearts and echo with kind actions! Any help you provide will increase Koba’s chances of recovery! Please help save his life! Time is not on his side right now, but we can change this, as there is treatment. We just need to help him get through it!

This is Roma Tordia. He is 18 years old and has been in a coma for a year. Roma Tordia was once a successful professional dancer, a multiple gold medalist, a son that all of Samegrelo and Georgia were proud of. This exceptionally talented boy was predicted to have a great future. But on July 3, 2023, a tragic accident turned the sky of Samegrelo black. The thunderous news broke: “Roma was in an accident and seems to have died.” The doomed cries of his mother and grandmothers reached the heavens. Even the rocks wept for the boy who grew up as an orphan.

Мarina: The pain would not go away even for a second. Pieces of flesh are already falling off me. I’m all rotten. My skin festers and bleeds. I could not even imagine that anyone could endure such pain. The only thing I dream about is to die. Death seems so sweet to me. I don’t want my son to see his mother decompose before his eyes.” Help me at least die with dignity! Please don’t leave my boy alone in this cruel world! He must study. Perhaps these are my last words!