I hate the feeling of helplessness. A feeling that always kills hope. Feeling, in which we all excuse our distance. Distance from helping. There’s no place for distance, no place for excuses. I want to reborn my kindness, reborn my soul from the gloom of egoism. Now I see that good spirit, the spirit of kindness still sleep in your bodies. Let‘s awake him! There is a lot of men and women, standing in the blind crowd, walking around helplessly, unwilling to help. Here dwell true angels between mortals. People who tear-away strip from eyes and see the helplessness on their own. People helping so much, getting so little. But I see the happiness of giving, not the sadness of losing. A happiness that always warms my heart. Let the tears of regret fall, let a smile come.
I hate this modern world, a modern world where you cannot help the strangers without obligation. Without previous connections or relations. Without recognizing each other, knowing each other names. That‘s the world we created. The selfish world, where everybody thinks just about themselves. What a rich world we all are living in? But where is the money, in the hands of individuals? In bad hands turning people to monsters, in right hand creating a heaven for fallen. Decide on your own, in whose hands are they now? For what? A power that is needed by weak egoists?
I know what you all are thinking about this message. Another full mouth of words. Another person talking about general truth, without the courage to change anything. Just writing naive prose. Honestly, I am scared, but not frightened. I am naive, but not stupid. I believe, but not dream. I'm not afraid of falling, but disappointing everyone. I am afraid that nothing will change and I will be forced to walk again on the streets full of worried people. Full of helpless children begging. Not living their own childhood, feeding parents. Old citizens in the shops, taking just what they need, not what they want. Seeing so many worries in their eyes, so much pain in their souls I see now. Why cannot they fulfil desires, take what they really want and still have money for necessities. Why cannot we all born into happy life and die with happy memories. For open eyes, I cannot walk out. Sometimes I wish I could be blind like the others. Seeing without the opportunity to help, what a helpless feeling. True agony. Feeling, which tears me inside on the parts. Another reason for rising. Returning out with a smile on the face, not a pain in the heart. We all are living in a world like this, but only some really open their eyes.
Our behaviour depends on the situation. Whether it's a life or an everyday situation. The more you are on the bottom, the more aggressive you try to get on the surface. The more determined you are in sinking anyone who is obstructing you. Why would a satisfied citizen, man with a family and stable work, hold a gun? Why would he start a battle? Why would he put a hand on a woman or leave kids in a child's home? Alternatively, had the baby taken before birth. None of this would happen! Because only citizens who have nothing to lose are willing to lose everything. Rob anyone, using anything. People in a desperate situation are forced to make desperate decisions. And often by doing so, destroy the lifes of others. This is the world we all are living in. But why? Why are we forced to surviving and not living? Because there is nobody for us in the worst situations. The world is kind when things are going well, but especially cruel when we are down. In similar situations, you can be two, but if neither can swim, you will drown together. There is a need for someone really helpful, but who? When the institutions are putting their hands away. Insurance companies that you relied on, suddenly send one hundred page listings how much you are in a situation by your hand. How is everything just your fault, and how they cannot do anything about it. I know how much I messed up, but I didn't pay all the time for judgment, but help!
I see the bright future, future where we all are living far from the egoistic world, just beyond edge. Looking to the eyes of helpless, giving them the opportunity for next chance, new life, new freedom, new happiness. Not money, but a smile is what makes us happy. Because happiness is the most contagious disease of all. True happiness for the soul, true happiness for the head.
All of the raised money will be spend to build basics that will get all of this people roof above their heads, stably hinterland. You all are so kind, helping others to get back on their feet, defeat malicious illnesses, or just survive. Their lifes hang on your choices of spending or not spending money. On your decisions, whose story is more important or serious. But I don‘t want to make choices, choosing a better story, there is not such an option. I cannot! That is the reason for raising money. To move them further. In the world, there are thousands, millions of people, suffering of same cruel destiny. Call me crazy if I want help as much of them as I can. Call me quack if you think it is stupid, but not for me. With strong will can everyone reach the right purpose. Within one year, there will be an organization, helping everyone without competitions, prejudices, strong stories, or sweet wishes. Without long months of waiting and one hundred pages with reason to reject the application. I hate these organizations. Insurance companies and banks for which the only moral principle is money. Worthless papers that are credited millions of lifes. How can we take part in this selfish society where a piece of paper determines the future of man. This organization will not be the product of one man, state, or political system. It will not be an instrument for controlling the masses or the sudden enrichment of individuals, but a living organism whose only purpose in life will be protecting all people without any prejudice. I know it may sound like nonsense or impossibility, but it was also Electricity in the 16th century. Our world evolves faster than we press to adapt. As animals are left to us, we are left to progress. And there is no-one, who can offer us certainty in life than we ourselves!
You are the real treasure, angels in human skin. Hope for the whole world, hope for all humanity, for a brighter future. Each of you is the pillar of the bridge that will be used for crossing the precarious river. A river that divides this world into two shores. An uncertain river with treacherous currents able to pull us down. Down to the depths of our own problems. Slowly choking us on the bottom. How can we ascend back to the surface without knowing how to swim? How to get out of this situation? No way, without help of other people willing to dive for us. On one side of the shore are people with solid ground under their feet. But the other shore is littered with people asking for help. Some are drowning in the liquid sands of debt, others have been stunned by the plant of illness. People who will never cross this treacherous river without our help. So be my bridge! My support in their transfer. Do not be fooled by feet adjacent to solid ground, the currents are same on both watersides, devious. You don't know when will they pull you to the other side. Only some of you send rafts to save people, but rafts are not enough! Let's build bridges! Let's send ships! To deceive treacherous streams, divert the river. Only together can we solve the problems of individuals. Because only in society you will never be alone for anything. In society, which is not incoherent, but pulls to one end. One end of the rope, pulling everyone on the stable shore. Through me you will help the strangers, standing out of this selfish world, getting out of the selfish crowd.
All of you are asking how. All of you want to see results that will grow from your money. Tough tree able to wrap the crown around the world, supporting and preventing his relapse into eternal solitude. Tough tree able to keep the child's swing and feed the family with fruit. By burning its bough survive the harsh winter, by sitting in shadow outlast the unbearable sun. But in the beginning, it is necessary to build solid foundations. That is the reason, why all money will be used as nutrients to build a strong root. Because only after rooting will the organization be able to grow. Only when the root is strengthened can a solid crown grow. The principle will be to redistribute money. Every citizen is obliged to have insurance. Insurance that is not always paid. And since there is not yet an organization sufficient for my ideal of excellence, the reflection of social insurance will be enough. Good idea, practice doubts. How the thought could predict practice when greed always wins. People who can't tame after feeling money, doing everything to avoid giving them up! This organization will be registered under social insurance, but without selfish principle. The organization, which is not created by an individual, but for us, all who dare to help more than can carry alone. Let people grasp the crown of a growing tree, pull them out of the depths, catch them ashore. A stable shore that we stand on. The larger amount of people we save, the more it becomes part of our safety net. They will return back down, not because of another problem, but because of help. The money will not be donated in instalments, credit, as part of the mortgage. Without any tricks that could hurt them. As I already said, all of us are obliged to have insurance. We have to pay insurance, whether we have the means or not. And now tell me honestly, what those insurance companies do with our money if we don't get them back in case of problems. That when we are on our knees we have to creep to their door and beg for a contribution. What are they doing with them?! The organization that will rise from your donations, be it an insurance company or another, will redistribute all the excess money, starting with the people at the deepest. Drowning in their own debt or dying on sanitary beds. I do not know where the money goes in other insurance companies but I know exactly where ours will go. Back to the hand, which made it hard. Back to all who deserve them! You do not work day and night to make money for the rich, who don't move their fingers! Therefore, all of the money will be repeatedly redistributed into the hands of the people who will need it most, month after month, year after year, spinning in an endless cycle, who will not only pull them all ashore but learn them swim. Do not ignore the need for help, you cannot know when you will find yourself on the bottom. At the same time, don’t worry about paying for others, people you pay now for are living better than you. If you read this and wave your head as impossible and naive it sounds, at least you see how bad the world is when you can't even imagine help without expectation. If you do not believe that someone will help without feedback. What a great scar world left you that it can't be healed. How sharp was the hook they caught you with and tried to pull you from depths?
It was always bright dreams instead of faithless minds, which bring us all to the great inventions. Please do not fall in faith, believe and dreams come true. Let me help you to lift over the edge, see the dream I see. But don’t be afraid, I will hold you still. Not to fall in the sweet dream of the future. I don’t want you to live the life of lie. Because then you will not act, and our dreams will never come true.
Great thanks to everyone who leaned over the edge, saw the future and lend a helping hand for her realization.