For many years, there was great trouble in the Javarashvili family in Kakheti. Death wandered within the dark walls, trying to take the little sisters-angels. The three blue-eyed girls were so weakened by illness and hunger that they looked as if they had been pulled out of a grave. But fortunately, the children’s grandmother asked the villagers to reach out to the Chernovetskyi Fund to bring the children’s dire situation to the attention of kind people. And you, kind people, worked an even greater miracle than we could have imagined. Now, I will show you the photos because no words can convey that. You will see that there is no limit to a child’s happiness.

“Mom betrayed me and dad. She left me with a very sick father, didn’t even hug me, didn’t hold me close when she left forever!”

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!

“This is not a home, but a pile of stones and iron! It’s a dangerous place! Be careful when you pass by! Don’t enter yourselves, but leave a piece of your soul here! We must stop this time bomb. In these ruins, which disgrace our nation, two unfortunate women eke out an existence – 64-year-old Asmat and her seriously ill daughter! If Asmat dies, her dearly beloved daughter, who is completely helpless and unwanted by anyone else in this world, would immediately follow her. She is like a 3-year-old baby! She can only love her mother. And the mother, who needs help herself, bathes, dresses, feeds, and puts her seriously ill daughter to sleep.

If my advice can save even a few women in Georgia, I’ll find peace in heaven! Because cancer cunningly creeps in from various parts of the body and hits hard when it’s already too late for treatment!

Ketevan (Saba’s Mom): “Comfort me, reassure me! Tell me that children don’t die from crying all the time, do they?” Help me! I don’t know what is happening to my son! He cries all day long… then he gets tired and falls asleep. And then it starts all over again. And immediately bombards me with a barrage of questions: “Do you know if people can die from crying too much? Can children die from tears? And is it not dangerous if you don’t eat and cry all the time? Tell me, tell me, please!”

And I realize that without having a doctor’s diagnosis and the funds for a proper examination abroad, she is not asking me a question. She’s just clinging to any shred of hope like a drowning person, desperately seeking reassurance from me, just something comforting. Yet, quietly, I turn away, trying not to break down, not wanting to provoke more distress in a family where tears already flow continuously!