One night, my little brother Max fell critically sick. His face was pale and drawn, and he lay silently without a word. All he would do was vomit nonstop, and the medication we gave him left his body as quickly as it went in.

We rushed him to Great Ormond Street Hospital. The nurse instantly administered two large syringes of penicillin and moved him to intensive care. Her swift decision saved his life, and Max was later diagnosed with meningitis. Had she hesitated, the outcome could have been devastating.

Max spent a week in the hospital. When I visited, he would excitedly share stories about intravenous injections, MRI scans, and even a lumbar puncture. The staff were incredible — kind, focused, and skilled. They explained that Max had been unlucky: though fully vaccinated, he still contracted meningitis. It could have happened to anyone. Thankfully, Max made a full recovery and is now back to his usual energetic self.

I’ve started this campaign to give back to the hospital, in the same way they gave me my little brother back. I’ve never run a charity before, and I might make mistakes, but I’m determined to try to make a difference.

The GOSH staff work tirelessly, but they need more resources. For instance, the wait times to see a nurse during emergencies are critical — every second matters. With more rooms and personnel, children could be treated faster, just like Max.

Furthermore, in intensive care, Max was lucky to have a private room, which gave him peace to recover. But other children with non-contagious conditions, like burns or fractures, share crowded wards. More private rooms could make a world of difference.

I ask you for a few minutes of your time and a small donation. More importantly, I ask you to believe with me that we can make a difference. Every child deserves the chance to come home healthy and happy — just like my little brother Max.