Heart

Her name is Heart.
Because every time You look at her, your heart will break into pieces.
They call her Heart.
Because every time You think about her, your heart will fall apart and fall apart…

The enormity of her suffering is shocking. The enormity of her pain brings us to tears. Because poor, homeless, blind Heart wandered the streets and had an accident. The car she fell under simply drove away. The driver didn’t even look back. Heart was dying from pain, and the head trauma she suffered after being hit was so large and serious that it was a miracle that Heart survived the accident. However, before she was taken to the clinic and saved from death, she lay there for several days and suffered. The wound has become infected, so the fight for her survival continues. Today, she is still in critical condition and the prognosis is cautious.

Now, terrified, wounded, fragile Heart waits for what fate will bring. All she can do is simply beg you to give her support. Her wounded body and soul fight for every breath. I.V. fluid, dressing changes, life-saving treatments – this is now her everyday life. and this kind of life she will be enduring for a long time.

We look at her and our hearts break, and then we realize how good it is that you are here. How good, that Heart could find you. Will you support her treatment, the most urgent procedures and her fight for life? Please. Heart also asks. With the last of her strength.