Oh English Camp (clap, clap, clap)
Oh English Camp (clap, clap, clap)
Oh English Camp makes me happy
We all enjoy to be together,
Oh English Camp makes me happy!
Wow. What a week. You know those weeks that are so full of so many things you don’t even know where or how to even begin explaining them?
Yeah. That was this one.
I can hardly believe another week has flown by in this beautiful country, yet here I am, on a Saturday morning with a little bit more experience under my belt.
I never thought I would actually be able to count to ten with all the right tones and pronunciations of this strange language. I never thought I would be able to remember how to say hello, how are you, and/or where’s the bathroom? I never knew I could love mangos and sticky rice (with sweet and condensed milk) as much as I do. And I definitely never thought I could teach English.
But I can, I do, and I did.
So, since I kind of feel like that is a load of unbelievables…can I tell you a little bit about it?
Thanks. (Since you have no way of answering..I’ll assume the best)
On Monday…realization of how lucky we are in America grew. Why? We went to the hospital. No, not the kind of hospital you are thinking of.
It didn’t consist of Linoleum floors, TV’s in every room, and the unmistakable stench of sterilized….everything. No, this hospital was very different.
This hospital was overflowing with people. There were abandoned cribs of little children sitting, staring…at nothing. No pictures, no toys. There were people in the hallways outside lying on rollaway beds (which by beds I mean hard green mats on a metal frame) with hardly any clothes on. There were babies crying. There were flies. And there was a waiting room filled with hundreds and hundreds of people.
It was heart breaking.
And that’s not even all. On Tuesday, we visited DEPDC. Wait..what? Yeah I know. I didn’t know what it was either. It took me about 3 days to remember the acronym.
Daughters Education Program for Developing Countries. Aka: Prevention and Protection against sex trafficking.
Thailand and it’s neighboring countries are in the center of the golden triangle. Which means….countries send their victims to Bangkok, Thailand and they send them out across the world. Some of these innocent young girls are crammed in crates and shipped out by boat for days, even weeks. Looking at these sweet, genuine little faces made me sick knowing that so many of them were at risk of this awful life.
Can you even imagine that future?
That’s where the DEPDC comes into play. They bring in these at-risk, poverty stricken little children and educate them. They bring the light into their eyes and give them hope. And that is what I have the chance to be a part of. Help them have fun. Help them realize their worth.
And I can’t wait.
As for Wednesday and Thursday….just the thought of them makes beads of sweat creep down my spine. Seriously though, that heat was disgusting. Frustrating. And relentless. As usual. Yet worse. But somehow, I still loved both days.
We held an English Camp.
I was terrified, I’ll admit. I didn’t know how to teach English, yet I had 500 children relying on me to teach them. I can’t even speak their language, how in the world am I supposed to teach them mine?
But that’s the cool thing. Love has no language. And I fell in love with those little kids. I felt God’s love pouring through me as I looked in their brown eyes.
So I began, 45 children at a time, to teach what I knew. We sang songs. We danced. We laughed. And with the help of the One who made it all possible, they learned English.
I will never forget those kids. I will never forget the way they laughed as I did the hokey pokey. I’ll never forget the way they said spa-ge-thee (sphagetti). Or the smiles on their faces and their eagerness to learn.
They motivated me to be better. To try harder.
And to be brave, even when you are scared to do something.
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| Our "oreo" slushies. Yep...don't have shakes here. |
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| Courtney- part of our group, so cute! |
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| And then there's the adorable kids... |
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| Certificates for holding the camp! |
And the rest is history…still having the time of my life. Still having disgusting things like this put in front of me for dinner….
But it’s all part of the experience.
It’s Buddha’s birthday on Tuesday so we have a 5-day weekend. Everyone takes off work and closes down. It’s amazing. So we are taking advantage of this beautiful place. Eating pizza (which was more than heavenly, I felt full for the first time in weeks), hiking to waterfalls, and heading out for a weekend trip to Chiang Mai.
Life is good. And only getting better.
From my half of the world to yours, with all the love in my growing heart,
R.
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| Our Song-Tao, aka: means of transportation here. |
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| Yep those are bananas. TINY! But so good. |
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| Just a frog in the shower...no big deal. |
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| Chiang Rai is SERIOUSLY beautiful. The Night Bizarre is the best! |