Bed of Unfortunate People
I am enjoying the view of the tall majestic mountains of An Giang, like a worker stopping from a day’s work to remember his childhood memories.
Eating juicy and refreshing fruit while watching men and women work hard in a rice field for only ten cents a day. Feeling relaxed and unstressed while also feeling a sense
Of sadness and injustice at the same time. Seeing young children, skinny as twigs, saving half or more of their lunch for the rest of their starving and poor family.
Amazed at the fact that adults do not even know how to open a water bottle. Realizing that such a place with so much beauty and peacefulness could just be a
Blanket, covering a bed of poor and unfortunate people.
Kids as young as the age of six or seven leaving school to go to work.
Doing simple things like painting classrooms or teaching the alphabet to excited students touch people around the world. Making them ask themselves, “How can I help?”
Being a so-called traveler, meaning leaving a comfortable place and exploring an unknown land and going to extremities just to give back. Never really asking, “Where am I going?”
Knowing from the beginning and confirming at the end, I am going home.