When the working day at the Charity Clinic is over, the doctors and nurses have gone home, and the administrator is already turning off the lights in the clinic, there is a knock on the door. An elderly man stands in the thick twilight, in shabby clothes, in different shoes, with a crutch under his arm.
"Hello, and the clinic has already closed," the administrator Maria tells him, opening the door a crack. "Can I have something to eat?" — the unexpected guest timidly asks. In the light of the lanterns, gray hair is visible under the cap, deep wrinkles on his face: he could well have been someone's grandfather, but he probably hasn't had any relatives for a long time.
Maria goes to the clinic, makes instant noodles with boiling water, and hands them to the pensioner along with a disposable spoon. He wraps his hands around the warm glass and does not hurry to leave. This is understandable: he has nowhere to go, there is a night ahead that he needs to survive somehow.
"You come tomorrow morning," says Maria. "The doctors will examine you and prescribe treatment."
The elderly guest nods and leaves, leaning on a crutch. He has hot food in his hands. The Food is just as important to the homeless patients of the Charity Clinic as medicines: if a person eats normally, then he recovers faster. People in trouble can't afford anything simple: hot tea, a sandwich, or a hot lunch.
Therefore, the clinic now needs funds to buy food and other humanitarian aid for homeless patients. Friends, let's help the clinic so that no one is cold, hungry or in pain!
