Witek’s Fight: A Little Boy Battling Burns and Pain
January 3, 2024, is a date we will never forget—the day our world stopped. Our beloved son, Witek, just two years old, suffered a tragic accident that changed our lives forever. In a brief moment of inattention, he pulled a freshly brewed cup of tea onto himself. The boiling water from the large mug spilled across his tiny body. His screams, his cries, and his pain—words cannot describe it—shattered our hearts.
The ten minutes it took for the ambulance to arrive felt like an eternity. Time seemed to stand still as we watched our son in agony. The paramedics’ initial diagnosis was terrifying: approximately 50% of his body had suffered second- and third-degree burns. Bandaged and fragile, Witek was transported to the hospital, where that evening he was admitted to the Burn Surgery and Treatment Ward. The doctors reassured us that, at first glance, the burns did not exceed 40%, a small relief amidst our overwhelming fear and worry.
During his stay in the ward, which lasted until January 12th, Witek underwent an artificial skin transplant on his chest. The procedure was just the beginning of a long and painful journey. Months have passed since that day, yet our lives continue to revolve around his treatment, rehabilitation, and efforts to restore his mobility. Each day brings the challenge of specialized ointments, compression garments, dressings, and rehabilitation sessions three times a week. While we are deeply grateful for the support we have received so far, the fight is far from over.
Missing even a single rehabilitation session causes Witek immense suffering. His arm aches at night, stiffness sets in, and tears come despite his bravery. These moments break our hearts, as there is little we can do to ease his pain. Rehabilitation is not just therapy for Witek—it is the only way to prevent permanent disability, preserve his mobility, and give him the chance to enjoy life as a child should.
Unfortunately, due to Witek’s previous sleep apnea, he cannot yet undergo laser therapy—the treatment that could significantly improve his scars. This therapy will not be available until he turns six. Witek is now three years old, meaning we still have at least three more years of intensive rehabilitation ahead. The costs are enormous, far beyond what we can manage, yet every session, every treatment, every specialist visit is essential to give our son the life he deserves.
We do not dream of miracles. Our hope is simple: that Witek can live without constant pain, that he can develop like other children, laugh, play, and experience a normal childhood. But to reach this goal, he needs ongoing care, therapy, and support. Without it, the risk of complications, loss of mobility, and persistent pain is very real.
Witek’s bravery is extraordinary. Despite the trauma, the pain, and the endless treatments, he continues to fight. Every smile, every small milestone, every courageous moment reminds us why we must continue this journey for him. Yet even the strongest child cannot do it alone. He needs the support of a community willing to stand with him, to help him access the care he requires, and to give him the chance to grow, heal, and thrive.
We are asking wholeheartedly for help. Every donation, no matter the size, contributes to Witek’s treatment and rehabilitation. Every form of support brings hope, ensures continuity of care, and provides him with the tools he needs to regain his strength and mobility. Every contribution is a step closer to a life where Witek can be carefree, play with friends, and enjoy his childhood without constant pain.
Our plea is simple: help us fight for Witek’s future. Help us give him the chance to recover, to thrive, and to experience life as any child should. Your generosity, your compassion, and your kindness can transform pain into progress, tears into smiles, and fear into hope.
Witek’s journey is long, challenging, and ongoing, but with your support, we can ensure that he has every opportunity to heal and grow. Each penny, each share, each act of kindness brings him closer to a future filled with laughter, mobility, and happiness. Together, we can help him live the childhood he deserves.
Please, stand with us and help Witek. Help turn his nightmare into a story of courage, resilience, and hope. Give him the gift of care, therapy, and love that will allow him to overcome the challenges of his accident and enjoy the life every child deserves.
A Dog Not Searching for Shelter, but for Purpose—And a Man Who Needed Her Love
It began on an ordinary day, the kind that comes and goes without much thought. He was walking near a local park when he noticed her—small, quiet, and drifting along the edge of the path with no clear direction. Her coat was matted, her eyes unsure. There was no collar around her neck, no tags jingling with identity—only a look in her eyes that said,
And he did.
At first, he thought he was doing what any good person would do—helping a lost dog find her way home. He approached gently, spoke softly. She didn’t run. Instead, she looked up at him and leaned into his touch as though she had been waiting for it. He scooped her up, cradling her gently in his arms, and brought her to the nearby animal shelter.
He filled out the paperwork, gave her a few reassuring pats on the head, and walked away. His heart felt a little heavy, but he told himself he had done the right thing. Someone would surely come looking for her. Maybe a worried family, maybe a child missing their best friend. Surely she wouldn’t be there long.
But that night, her face lingered in his thoughts.
He remembered the way she leaned into his hand, how her tail had hesitated before it wagged—slow at first, then faster. There was something about that moment he couldn’t quite shake. He had helped dogs before, but this one was different.
A few days later, curiosity—or maybe something deeper—pushed him to call the shelter.
“Is she still there?” he asked.
“Yes,” they told him. “No one’s come for her.”
And just like that, he knew. She wasn’t lost anymore. She had already found her person.
He didn’t hesitate. When her stray hold ended, he returned—not as a good Samaritan, not as a passerby doing the right thing, but as something far more meaningful: her dad.
The moment she saw him, everything changed.
Her eyes lit up. Her tail thumped wildly against the floor. She bounded toward him with joy that was unmistakable. She hadn’t just remembered him—she had been waiting for him.
Since that day, they’ve been inseparable.
She sleeps curled at the foot of his bed, gently snoring in the safety of a home she never had before. She follows him from room to room, content to simply be near him. She greets him every morning like he’s been gone for years and cuddles up beside him at night like she never wants to let go.
To outsiders, it may seem like he rescued a dog in need. But ask him, and he’ll tell you a different story.
“She rescued me,” he says quietly. “I thought I was helping her. But the truth is, I was the one who was lost. And somehow… she found me.”
This isn’t just a story about a man and a dog. It’s a reminder that sometimes, the connection we’re looking for doesn’t come from where we expect. That love can find us in unlikely places—at the edge of a park, in the eyes of a stray, in a moment when we least expect it.
She wasn’t lost. She was just waiting—for him, for home, for the life they would build together.
And now, neither of them is alone.
Because sometimes, the best rescues happen quietly. Without flashing lights or fanfare. Just a look, a touch, and two souls who were always meant to find each other.
