You probably all remember Grandma Tsiala from Kakheti, who had both legs amputated. The poor old woman had a tragic fate from birth. She was 3 years old when she became an orphan. No mother, no father… Imagine how terrible it is for a child to be an orphan. Later, the woman lost her brother and nephews. The old woman with the tragic fate turned 75 years old, so she never celebrated her birthday. The employees of the Chernovetskyi Fund made a surprise for the old woman and visited her in Kakheti. The old woman could not believe her eyes. Tears of happiness flowed from her eyes. The festive table was set, kind neighbors joined in, and grandma Tsiala’s 75th birthday turned into a real celebration. You have probably seen for yourself the power of kindness. Good people, it is thanks to you that instead of tears, there is a smile of joy in the eyes of grandma Tsiala. Grandma is happy that almost all of Georgia has united to help her. Kindness has the greatest power. Only good deeds will lead us to the Lord. If you want to replace tears in the eyes of other elderly people with smiles of happiness, then be sure to contact us.

Both in appearance and spirit, Zurab and Galina resemble gentle and innocent blind children navigating through a dense forest teeming with wild and bloodthirsty beasts! And there’s not a single strong and kind hero around to protect them! “It’s very, very hard to live when everyone wants to deceive you,” says Zurab, who endured two years of deceitful treatments from fraudulent doctors, promising to restore his sight while the nerve in his eye had long since perished. The doctors drained the last pennies from the family! Oh, if only we could find them and look into their “rotten” eyes… Some “beasts” are suing them to take away their apartment, while others are waiting for their death from hunger and cold, because then they will be able to seize the apartment completely for free! That’s why the latter have deprived them of any social protection: the elderly receive mere pennies of social assistance and are inquired…

Her story began on the day she made the decision to leave all worldly cares behind and dedicate her life to serving the Lord. It was the most challenging step in her life. Everyone was against it: her parents, children… “But when you have the Lord with you, there’s nothing to fear, even if the whole world is against you!” Sister Elene says. Listening to her is a true pleasure; her words bring peace, and her reflections on God, life, good, and evil make you contemplate many things.

This is 84-year-old Tamila Gagua. Her life is so tragic that even the Holy Mother might shed bitter tears… The story I’m about to tell will make your blood run cold. A tragedy that will be remembered for centuries. It all began many years ago, on a snowy winter day, when a lonely, widowed old woman in the village of Chognari was visited by her only son from Kaliningrad (where he was serving in the army). Her son got married there. Grandmother Tamila welcomed her daughter-in-law as her own daughter. But the most important part is yet to come. When Grandma Tamila saw her son holding a one-year-old boy with big eyes, she immediately knew it was her grandson, and she almost lost her mind with happiness. But her joy turned out to be premature. The boy was underdeveloped, he could not walk.

“Sikoria deda,” Ketevan repeats and cries again. Then she obediently allows Matsatso to take care of her. She eats soup from a spoon and listens to the praise of how good a girl she is. Matsatso changes her diaper and takes her for a little ride in a wheelchair around the yard. And the tears keep flowing. Her right arm is immobile, and her right leg is too. Her tongue is unresponsive and sluggish. Her eyes see nothing… This is what the stroke did to Ketevan. No, this is what a state can do to a person. Look at the helpless Ketevan and be careful! This is the high price one can pay for trying to get help from the state.

“I feel neither good, nor bad. I feel nothing. My only son and husband lie motionless in the cold earth of the cemetery… and here I am within these four walls,” whispers Grandma Lamara barely audibly, wiping her dry eyes. Not a single tear has been left in 17 years – she’s cried it all out. She cries, crying from within, shrouded in darkness. She wants to die, to be near those she has lost, but death seems to avoid her, and condemns her to endless torment.