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I received a letter from Srey Tho! She's four going on five so she can't write, but it was good to hear from her all the same. I'm glad the little tokens I sent over reached her. It was just a short note, but somehow reading it made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. She traced the outline of her little hand onto the paper, and it somehow made the letter a little more personal. She's one of the first children I sponsor, and no, I didn't choose her. It was a lovely surprise when I got the photocopy of the picture folder in the mail. I'm just happy that I'm doing something to help another fellow human being. The sad thing about Cambodia is its history and landmines. When I read The Clay Marble, I was so sad because of Dara's plight at the Vietnam-Cambodia border, and how war and the Khymer Rouge had ripped Cambodia apart. My heart felt like it was being torn apart as well. Poverty is a monster which, the more you try to ignore the situation, the more it will grow. That's what the people at the top are doing.
One of my newest ones, Savannah, has no phone at home. They stay in the US, and the mother is trying to get funding to go to college. She is a single parent with three girls and their grandmother. She now juggles her temporary job, finding jobs, as well as her studies. Another boy I'm trying to sponsor is one with autism. No one has even enquired about him, and that shows how superficial humans are, even if you have the kindest heart. People rather sponsor "the girl, 6, who loves going to school" or "the boy, 10, who loves the outdoors and sports", rather than "an autistic boy in special ed". At the reservation, this boy is unable to continue his special ed classes. He's good in Math and Computers, but they can't even afford basic stuff like food or clothes, much less a telephone or a computer. While teens my age are splurging on Roxy or even Christian Dior, I'm helping a child to grow up healthily and happily. One of my children's sanitary facilities - community latrine. Dirt floor, mud walls. Source of water - neighbour's faucet.
I've been so out of touch with God. Yesterday I gave up on studying Chem or A Math and started reading the Bible. Honestly, I have never gone through the Bible completely. I may have flipped through it, but it's all in pieces and I have very few or none recollections about the Bible. I started reading the New Testament and about Jesus, and then half of Esther. It's funny how the Jews have always been oppressed against. One woman had to cover up her background to become Queen, and she's risking it all to plead with the nasty King to save her race. And she did.
(I'll upload Srey Tho's letter later, photobucket is having some problems.)
One of my newest ones, Savannah, has no phone at home. They stay in the US, and the mother is trying to get funding to go to college. She is a single parent with three girls and their grandmother. She now juggles her temporary job, finding jobs, as well as her studies. Another boy I'm trying to sponsor is one with autism. No one has even enquired about him, and that shows how superficial humans are, even if you have the kindest heart. People rather sponsor "the girl, 6, who loves going to school" or "the boy, 10, who loves the outdoors and sports", rather than "an autistic boy in special ed". At the reservation, this boy is unable to continue his special ed classes. He's good in Math and Computers, but they can't even afford basic stuff like food or clothes, much less a telephone or a computer. While teens my age are splurging on Roxy or even Christian Dior, I'm helping a child to grow up healthily and happily. One of my children's sanitary facilities - community latrine. Dirt floor, mud walls. Source of water - neighbour's faucet.
I've been so out of touch with God. Yesterday I gave up on studying Chem or A Math and started reading the Bible. Honestly, I have never gone through the Bible completely. I may have flipped through it, but it's all in pieces and I have very few or none recollections about the Bible. I started reading the New Testament and about Jesus, and then half of Esther. It's funny how the Jews have always been oppressed against. One woman had to cover up her background to become Queen, and she's risking it all to plead with the nasty King to save her race. And she did.
(I'll upload Srey Tho's letter later, photobucket is having some problems.)