In our beloved Georgia, many people are not just below the poverty line – They are in tremendous need! And the worst part is – they have no one to rely on except for us. If we don’t help, some will become lifelong incurable cripples, others will die, and still others will perish from unbearable suffering! Schoolchildren won’t attend school – they have nothing to put on! They lack basic gadgets! They’re alone – like in a wild desert – alone with sorrow and suffering! Social allowance in Georgia are lower than in many African countries! The country is emptying: no jobs, no future… Without us, friends! And we just have to give them a chance at life, to give them pride in the country, in its good people, who for thousands of years have historically helped all who have come to us!

By helping the poor, the sick and the unfortunate, you lend a helping hand not to them – but TO THE SON OF GOD!
“For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me… Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.” (Matthew 25:35-36, 40)

The Lord gives us a chance, friends, to give the most precious gift in the world to Nikoloz: to give him life!
The little one has cancer. Three years ago, his stomach started aching, and his mom thought he had eaten too many chips, but the pain only became stronger! “And the doctors gave an almost fatal ‘verdict’ – KIDNEY CANCER!”
Nikoloz (7-year-old): Yes, Auntie, I have cancer. They took me to hospital and did not let me out from there. They told me: ‘If we let you go, you will die’ – and I got scared! Very scared! Then they urgently ‘flew’ me to Germany, took X-rays, then cut my stomach open and found cancer there. I don’t know what it is, what it looks like – but I know it’s scary! They removed my kidney. Then I came back home, but I felt bad again and we had to go to Germany again, and they removed my spleen and something else. Then they gave me a lot of medicines, did some radiation, transfusions, and chemotherapy to shrink and stop the cancer. I felt better. I won’t die,

Thank you countless times for deploying large-scale help! Thanks to more than two thousands of your active responses to this story, much has been accomplished for the Kantelashvili family. The support has been amazing! Thank you very much, friends, from the whole team of the Chernovetskyi Fund! Among the unresolved issues is the fact that the family does not have a bathroom. Also they do not have a heater for winter. None of us wants Alexi to go back to scrap collecting. We can avoid this by continuing to help the family. Join the ranks of the project’s regular helpers! And if you’re feeling down about household problems or unresolved issues, take a second to look at our Facebook posts. Or better yet, call any of our beneficiaries and all your problems will seem unimportant compared to the problems of the person you came to help in the most difficult moment of his life.

If you want to curse a man, just tell him: “I wish your children were sick. And that’s it – he’ll be the most miserable person on the planet. “I don’t know how I find the strength to live, how I manage not to go crazy.” I think God gives strength to mothers who have sick children. I have two sons and both are sick. Gabriel, 5, and Lasha-Giorgi, 18-month-old. Gabriel has cerebral palsy – he can’t move or do anything on his own. Every month we lie in the hospital or in a rehabilitation center, and Lasha-Giorgi, a martyr, has been in an intensive care unit since birth, hooked up to machines. I haven’t even taken him in my arms, haven’t hugged him. He probably thinks he doesn’t have a mother.”

Every evening Merab begs his mom to give him medicine. He can’t explain what hurts him and says there’s a fire in his legs. His mom has been suffering with him for 14 years, carrying him in her arms. Sometimes he has such strong spasms that his mom fears he might break all his bones while sitting in his wheelchair.
Madonna: Merab was born prematurely, weighing less than two kilograms. They placed him in an incubator and assured me that everything would be fine. But for some reason, I felt that nothing good awaited us. Until he turned one, he cried so much, never stopped! Even the doctors couldn’t understand what was wrong, what was bothering him. Then he was diagnosed with cerebral palsy. Here they told us that surgery would help, while in Turkey they said that surgery would only worsen the situation, that cerebral palsy is incurable. So I resigned myself…