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,

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.”

Beautiful Barbara was born with a rare anomaly – one leg is shorter than the other by as much as 16 centimeters! She would like to run and jump like other children, but the girl can barely walk, leaning on her short leg. Barbara, 9 years old: You know, I love my short leg! Even though it hurts. I get tired quickly; I cannot walk for long, much less run. I hardly leave the house. Moreover, if I do, they carry me in their arms. I feel very sorry for my grandmother, because I’m heavy, she gets tired. Her back hurts afterwards. The Turkish clinic can help the child. The surgeon agreed to perform a complex operation. He gave guarantees that Barbara will not only be able to stand on her feet, but even run and play sports.

What is it like to know that your child’s time is limited? And even if he doesn’t pass away before the age of two, he will never fully recover, and he will never be able to walk? To keep Dima alive, it takes just a little – our help!
Doctors have already done their part – they have diagnosed and prescribed treatment, but sustaining the child’s life comes at a high cost for his mother. Dima has a stoma in his throat that he breathes through, requiring regular cleaning. Unfortunately, his mother can’t afford to buy new sterile tubes, so she has to reuse old ones multiple times. This poses a significant risk to Dima’s weakened immune system.
“When I received my son’s diagnosis, it felt as if the ground had been ripped from beneath me. It was like being drenched in icy water! I felt so physically unwell that the doctors had to help me regain my composure. Spinal muscular atrophy type 1 – I was already aware of it… it was the most devastating news for my dear Dima.”