If we don't help, Tsitsi will slowly die, and her little brother Nikoloz will never see light! Those eyes will never see the light of day. Nikoloz will never know how beautiful his mother and sisters are. Nor will he see the poverty that surrounds him. Nor will he see his beloved father's terrible heart attacks that make him fall to the ground and suffocate. He won't see the horrible scar on his sister's face that was left after surgery. Two years ago, she had a huge tumor removed from her brain. Oh, my God! How do these poor people cope with so much misery? How do they manage not to become embittered and remain human? As you read this post, imagine yourself in Lia's shoes for a moment. How long do you think you could hold on and not go insane?