Dear friends – meet Grandma Butsa – a 90-year-old Georgian woman, kind-hearted and proud as ever! She is so sweet! She has spent her long life caring for countless people in Georgia, giving her warmth and kindness without ever asking for anything in return. But now, as the sun sets on her life, she wonders if it will rise for her tomorrow… And today, she dreams of a bowl of meat soup—it even came to her in a dream last night. 

She was born before the Second World War. Despite the hardships, she had a happy childhood. In 1935, there were no phones, no tablets, no fancy clothes. People read books by candlelight, knitted, and gathered in the evenings to cook and share meals together. Life was difficult, but love, warmth, and kindness filled every home. This is the world in which Butsa grew up.

As a young girl, she dreamed of having a big family. Do you know how she imagined her old age? Sitting by the fireplace, with her grandchildren climbing onto her lap, running her fingers through their tangled hair after playing outside. She would tell them Georgian fairy tales – her voice getting softer and softer as their little eyes started to close. And one by one, she would carry them to bed, tuck them under a warm blanket, and kiss them goodnight.

But nearly a century has passed, and that dream never came true. Grandma Butsa has no children, no grandchildren. 

Little Slavik is crying from hunger. His sobs are so desperate, it feels like he might stop breathing at any moment. Their poor mother has no money for food. That means that until their next social allowance payment, the only thing left to eat will be stale bread.

Diana was left alone with three small children after her husband left the family. He doesn’t even ask if his kids are alive or how they’re doing.

Diana’s own mother abandoned her, leaving her in an orphanage as a baby. No one deserves this fate. Thank God for the kind woman who adopted her. But even she passed away a few years ago. Now, Diana has no family left in this world.

There is no heating in the house, so the children are constantly freezing and getting sick. Vasya was just discharged from the hospital after recovering from pneumonia, and now he’s sick again.  Where is this desperate mother supposed to find money for medicine when she’s barely surviving on social allowance with her little angels?

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!

His name is Duda, and he is only four years old. He and his mother live in a field near the village of Vanta, in a small, hut surrounded by forest. Yes, you heard that right – this little boy is growing up in complete isolation, with no one around but farm animals. But what’s even worse is that his life is constantly in danger—wild animals could emerge from the forest at any moment, and… well, you can imagine the rest. In this abandoned and terrifying place, the boy lives with his mother, who is a second-degree disabled person. Nino, 39, is a single mother. At 16, she was in a terrible accident that left her disabled for life. She cannot walk without a cane. Her legs are deformed, and even with a cane, every step is a struggle. Yet, despite her severe health problems, she is raising her son alone.

The house where this pregnant mother lives with her three small children is on the verge of collapse. She can’t even find peace in her sleep—she doesn’t know if her children will wake up safe in their beds or buried under the ruins. Just the thought of it sends shivers down the spine. Desperate and exhausted, this pregnant mother reached out to the Fund, hesitantly asking if we could share her story with kindhearted people like you. We gave her our word and kept it—now it’s your turn. Let’s not wait until tragedy strikes. If we do nothing, we will never forgive ourselves. Remember: every lari you donate will give these four little angels a safe home. And God will never forget your kindness.

“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.