Well I have been home for a week now. And it really does take a week to sort through everything I experienced on this trip.
I was so rejuvenated to see how many people care for each other; to see compassion and warmth in every person I met in Thailand this year. But the first thing I heard about when I got home was the Sandy Hook massacre. It absolutely broke my heart. How can I meet a man who gave up his own freedom to better the lives of children in Thailand, and then hear of a young adult carelessly taking the lives of children in the U.S.?! I can't make sense of it, I never will, but it frustrates me to no end. I can't even read about about it in the paper without tears welling in my eyes.
I have noticed that, this year, it is the emotions that have stuck with me the most. I don't know if that has to do with what I have been through the past 17 months, or the fact that this is my second trip. I seemed to focus on what I was feeling more than what I was seeing on this trip. I have been in such a dark place, and there was nothing but light while I was in Thailand. It is so hard to explain how that felt, but I will try. I felt like I was moving forward, doing something that mattered, making a mark on the world. Now that I am home I feel stationary. I am just going through the motions. Every day in Thailand I felt like I was accomplishing something. I have big plans for the new year, and I know it will help move me forward, but I am not so sure it will compensate for the empty feeling I have. I feel like I am missing something, but what that is I am not sure. My job, the city. I have no clue what direction my future is headed, and that is an uneasy feeling for me. I always knew what I wanted or had some certainty, and right now it is a completely blank canvas.
The people I met while in Thailand touched my heart so much. The word 'compassion' sticks out like a neon flashing sign when I think back on everyone I met. They are doing amazingly selfless things, and not thinking twice about it. They do it because it is the right thing to do and because people need them. You see this in such masses over there, but at home it is so rare. It weighs heavy on my heart. We have so much to give, and I don't just mean money.
Another aspect that touched my heart was doing the garden in memory of Morgan. The first moment I walked up to the gazebo I was overcome with emotion. I was just so grateful that Global Neighbors allowed me to dedicate it to Morgan, and it was so perfect. And then on the last night when we had all of the safe house girls there; wow! We did all of this for them. We raised the money for them, we spent time on the project for them. And they were so excited and grateful. Sitting with all of them in the gazebo gave me such a warm feeling. It felt like it was meant to be. I was supposed to be on this trip. I was supposed to meet these girls. I think they changed my life as much as I helped change theirs. And I knew Morgan was there with us. I have never felt that close to her since she passed away. It was amazing. So perfect.
What I also took away from this trip is my passion to help children. I felt such a pull to help every kid I met in Thailand. It was so hard to leave every school we visited. My heart would break a little bit each time. I found myself racking my brain every night for a way I could adopt all of them, take them home, and raise them to be happy and healthy. They deserve to have the life I had growing up. I appreciate every single thing my parents did for me. There are so many times growing up that kids in Canada, me included, take our parents and their rules for granted. In hindsight we have absolutely nothing to complain about. A curfew is the smallest of our worries, and I wish I could show everyone what I have seen. I wish there was a way to make people understand. The only way to truly understand is to see it for yourself.
Just last week I helped give students at an inner city school a Christmas lunch through work. It just solidified everything I had been feeling in Thailand. These kids very rarely get a good meal, and they were so thankful to us for giving them one. I could see that we made a difference to them; be it giving them a great day or a great year. It felt amazing. I want to help. I want to give my time to kids all over the globe. I can't go to Thailand as much as I would like, so in the meantime why not give back to the community I live in?
Finally, this trip was good for me. It reminded me about what is important in life. I am truly blessed with a loving and supportive family, I have some of the best friends, who even after time apart continue to support me. I am learning about my passions and what they mean. And even though I feel a little lost, I am shaping my future everyday.
12.22.2012
12.13.2012
Last Evenings' Adventure in Mae Sot
From the clinic we went to Maung Maung's house to see some of the new paintings he had done. They were so amazing. He has so much talent. Then we went for lunch with him. After food we went to the farm to set up for our goodbye party with the safe house girls. We decorated the gazebo and kitchen with lights and balloons. It all looked really good.
The party started at 7pm. When the girls arrived they all greeted us with hugs saying 'Good evening'. It was the sweetest thing. First we cut the ribbon for the kitchen, and then the group from SIAST read their speech. It was so heart felt and perfect for these girls. Afterwards, the girls sang us Christmas songs. They all have such beautiful voices. It made me cry.
Then we opened up the gazebo. I read a little speech about Morgan and the dedication. I almost made it through without crying, but by the end I was a mess. I cut the ribbon and everyone walked into the gazebo for the first time. Every single person, 40 of us, fit into the gazebo and had a place to sit. It was amazing, and felt so right sitting in there with the girls. Morgan was definitely there with us; I could feel her smiling. I just know she will keep an eye on them. And the girls absolutely loved the gazebo. You could see the wonder in their eyes. Once we were in the gazebo, the girls sang a couple more songs, one being a memorial song. You could see how much heart they were putting into the song. It was so touching to see and hear. It could not have been more perfect.
From there we sent off a bunch of floating lanterns into the nights' sky, up to Morgan. It was beautiful. And something I have always wanted to do for Morgan. It was wonderful to share it with the safe house girls.
Then we taught the girls how to make smores, something they have never seen before. It was entertaining. We basically just showed them how it's done, and once we put the last cracker on top of the chocolate and marshmellow they all understood and got super excited. They pretty much all burnt their marshmellows, but they loved it.
After our feast came the dancing! It all started with some of the girls doing the Gangham Style dance. We tried to get them to teach us, but they were pretty shy at first. So then a few of the girls did a traditional dance for us. And then they challenged us to dance. So we did a line dance. Back to the girls; they did a cute song with some actions to it. Then we busted out the chicken dance, and the girls loved it! So we taught them how to do it, and from there we went through a bunch of songs we all knew. If you are happy and you know it, hokey pokey, head shoulders knees and toes, and a couple of their songs. I can't even express in words how much fun we had.
Maria, one of the caretakers, said over and over again how the girls had never had that much fun before. It was all smiles for everyone. And it felt so good to be a part of that. We bonded much more deeply with the girls that night. When it came time to say goodbye it was heart wrenching. They sang us a thank you song and then proceeded to shake our hands and hug us all. Some of the girls took our hands and raised it to their foreheads. Erin said this was a form of a blessing. Wow! Maria also told us that they had been praying for a home, and that their prayers had been answered. She continued to say that we were all part of the answer. Commence water works. Was that ever powerful to hear. The last night in Mae Sot was so incredibly perfect. And I think if I learned one thing from these girls it would be to love those around me wholeheartedly and unconditionally.
The party started at 7pm. When the girls arrived they all greeted us with hugs saying 'Good evening'. It was the sweetest thing. First we cut the ribbon for the kitchen, and then the group from SIAST read their speech. It was so heart felt and perfect for these girls. Afterwards, the girls sang us Christmas songs. They all have such beautiful voices. It made me cry.
Then we opened up the gazebo. I read a little speech about Morgan and the dedication. I almost made it through without crying, but by the end I was a mess. I cut the ribbon and everyone walked into the gazebo for the first time. Every single person, 40 of us, fit into the gazebo and had a place to sit. It was amazing, and felt so right sitting in there with the girls. Morgan was definitely there with us; I could feel her smiling. I just know she will keep an eye on them. And the girls absolutely loved the gazebo. You could see the wonder in their eyes. Once we were in the gazebo, the girls sang a couple more songs, one being a memorial song. You could see how much heart they were putting into the song. It was so touching to see and hear. It could not have been more perfect.
From there we sent off a bunch of floating lanterns into the nights' sky, up to Morgan. It was beautiful. And something I have always wanted to do for Morgan. It was wonderful to share it with the safe house girls.
Then we taught the girls how to make smores, something they have never seen before. It was entertaining. We basically just showed them how it's done, and once we put the last cracker on top of the chocolate and marshmellow they all understood and got super excited. They pretty much all burnt their marshmellows, but they loved it.
After our feast came the dancing! It all started with some of the girls doing the Gangham Style dance. We tried to get them to teach us, but they were pretty shy at first. So then a few of the girls did a traditional dance for us. And then they challenged us to dance. So we did a line dance. Back to the girls; they did a cute song with some actions to it. Then we busted out the chicken dance, and the girls loved it! So we taught them how to do it, and from there we went through a bunch of songs we all knew. If you are happy and you know it, hokey pokey, head shoulders knees and toes, and a couple of their songs. I can't even express in words how much fun we had.
Maria, one of the caretakers, said over and over again how the girls had never had that much fun before. It was all smiles for everyone. And it felt so good to be a part of that. We bonded much more deeply with the girls that night. When it came time to say goodbye it was heart wrenching. They sang us a thank you song and then proceeded to shake our hands and hug us all. Some of the girls took our hands and raised it to their foreheads. Erin said this was a form of a blessing. Wow! Maria also told us that they had been praying for a home, and that their prayers had been answered. She continued to say that we were all part of the answer. Commence water works. Was that ever powerful to hear. The last night in Mae Sot was so incredibly perfect. And I think if I learned one thing from these girls it would be to love those around me wholeheartedly and unconditionally.
12.12.2012
Last Days' Adventure in Mae Sot
12/12/12.. that has to be good luck, right?
Well, yesterday was a big day. We went out for a delicious early breakfast in downtown Mae Sot, and then we walked around the market. It is always interesting to see, but the smells were making me so sick. There is raw meat and fish everywhere. And pig heads. And frogs. And crickets. You name it, it is probably there. I had a hard time eating any meat for the rest of the day.
From the market we went for a tour of Mae Tao Clinic. Dr. Cynthia, who has been nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize, started this clinic years ago for the displaced Burmese people. We saw some pretty incredible stuff. Maung Maung, a phenomenal Burmese artist, gave us the tour.
We started off in the maternity ward. We handed out maternity packs to the new mothers, and ogled their precious newborns. We got to see some premature babies, as well, thankfully babies and mothers were all doing well. But there was an isolated room. It housed very sick and/or abandoned babies. The baby closest to the door was the only one I noticed, and she had what I assume is a brain tumor. It was so unbelievably heartbreaking. Her parents abandoned her there. We also learned that the clinic sees about 500 failed abortion cases a year. That is terrifying to me.
We moved onto the prosthetic shop from the baby clinic. There were a few people there who needed new proshetics made. We were able to hear the story of a husband and wife who both have a leg blown off from landmines. It was so touching to hear the ordeal they have been through and yet how strong they have had to be. They had to move forward, for their children. Seeing the effects, with my own eyes, of what the Burmese government and army have done made everything more real.
We also visited the surgical building. We met woman there who had both of her legs blown off by landmines, one completely gone and the other above the knee. She was only 18 when it happened. She has been at the clinic for 10 years, and probably won't leave. Her life is so limited now, but she still helps others at the clinic. It makes me so sad, and sick to my stomach, that there are people in this world capable of these atrocious acts on human life.
There is also a dental, accupuncture and eye clinic at Mae Tao.
To be continued...
Well, yesterday was a big day. We went out for a delicious early breakfast in downtown Mae Sot, and then we walked around the market. It is always interesting to see, but the smells were making me so sick. There is raw meat and fish everywhere. And pig heads. And frogs. And crickets. You name it, it is probably there. I had a hard time eating any meat for the rest of the day.
From the market we went for a tour of Mae Tao Clinic. Dr. Cynthia, who has been nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize, started this clinic years ago for the displaced Burmese people. We saw some pretty incredible stuff. Maung Maung, a phenomenal Burmese artist, gave us the tour.
We started off in the maternity ward. We handed out maternity packs to the new mothers, and ogled their precious newborns. We got to see some premature babies, as well, thankfully babies and mothers were all doing well. But there was an isolated room. It housed very sick and/or abandoned babies. The baby closest to the door was the only one I noticed, and she had what I assume is a brain tumor. It was so unbelievably heartbreaking. Her parents abandoned her there. We also learned that the clinic sees about 500 failed abortion cases a year. That is terrifying to me.
We moved onto the prosthetic shop from the baby clinic. There were a few people there who needed new proshetics made. We were able to hear the story of a husband and wife who both have a leg blown off from landmines. It was so touching to hear the ordeal they have been through and yet how strong they have had to be. They had to move forward, for their children. Seeing the effects, with my own eyes, of what the Burmese government and army have done made everything more real.
We also visited the surgical building. We met woman there who had both of her legs blown off by landmines, one completely gone and the other above the knee. She was only 18 when it happened. She has been at the clinic for 10 years, and probably won't leave. Her life is so limited now, but she still helps others at the clinic. It makes me so sad, and sick to my stomach, that there are people in this world capable of these atrocious acts on human life.
There is also a dental, accupuncture and eye clinic at Mae Tao.
To be continued...
12.10.2012
Ups and Downs
Today was a mix of a great day, and a sad day. We travelled to Burma for the first time. We drove in trucks with supplies that we were bringing to a school in Burma. Thailand and Burma are basically separated by a river, so we loaded up a boat and drove to the other side of the bank. We technically crossed illegally, but it was just easier. Once we got into Burma we rode on an iron ox up to the school. We were the first group to visit these kids, and it was only their third time seeing white people. We did a quick introduction, and then we split into groups. The older girls made bracelets, the older boys played games, and I played Duck Duck Goose with the younger kids. It was interesting trying to teach the game to kids aged 4 and younger who do not speak English. They were all so shy at first, understandably. Once we got rolling, though, they had a blast. It was the cutest thing! We also handed out small wooden cars to the boys, and dolls and teddy's to the girls. They all got super excited and hyper after that. The boys started driving their cars all over the place, and the girls were playing with their dolls. I showed some of the kids how to play hop skotch, as well. I hope they continue to play the games we taught them. They had so much fun, as did we. They are such sweet kids.
In the afternoon we did a distribution at Sky Blue School. I can't say much about this school online, but I can describe the emotions I felt. Seeing some of the things here makes me so mad at the Burmese government. How can there be people in this world who are so heartless? How can they do this to their own people? I get so outraged. I will never understand it, and that is what gets me so heated about it. Visiting this school is when I really start to get upset with how unfair it is. In Canada, we have absolutely nothing to worry about compared to these people. How did it get so bad? Why has it gone on so long? Why can't anyone interfere? It is just such bullshit. People hardly even know what is going on. I didn't even hear of Burma until SIAST got involved with Global Neighbors. I just want to see substantial change. Promises that are kept. It is so much easier to be peaceful than keep up this fight. They don't even know what they are fighting about anymore. It is just about power. That is so wrong. This makes me so mad I am practically crying. It is days like this where I want to go home and shake the money out of people. We can help make the lives of these people more enjoyable; worth living. Thirty dollars can change a life.
In the afternoon we did a distribution at Sky Blue School. I can't say much about this school online, but I can describe the emotions I felt. Seeing some of the things here makes me so mad at the Burmese government. How can there be people in this world who are so heartless? How can they do this to their own people? I get so outraged. I will never understand it, and that is what gets me so heated about it. Visiting this school is when I really start to get upset with how unfair it is. In Canada, we have absolutely nothing to worry about compared to these people. How did it get so bad? Why has it gone on so long? Why can't anyone interfere? It is just such bullshit. People hardly even know what is going on. I didn't even hear of Burma until SIAST got involved with Global Neighbors. I just want to see substantial change. Promises that are kept. It is so much easier to be peaceful than keep up this fight. They don't even know what they are fighting about anymore. It is just about power. That is so wrong. This makes me so mad I am practically crying. It is days like this where I want to go home and shake the money out of people. We can help make the lives of these people more enjoyable; worth living. Thirty dollars can change a life.
12.09.2012
Musings
I keep having to break up my posts because I don't seem to have much time to write in my journal, let alone update my blog. We are down to only two days left in Mae Sot. I am so sad this trip is almost over. I feel ready to go home, but I never want to leav/e. What a conundrum.
So continuing from my last post, we left Mae La camp for the Thai Karen village where we spent the night. It is a village where not a single soul speaks English, and we sleep on mats on the floor. It was a great experience on my last trip, and it did not disappoint again this year.
The next morning, which would have been December 7th, we went to a remote waterfall. We drove most of the way up a scary cliffside road/path. Then we walked a short distance to the waterfall. Wow, was it ever breathtaking! I have never been to a waterfall like this before. We swam right up to it. The force of the wind it created was not expected. It was one of the coolest things I have ever seen. And the feelings it evoked in me were not expected either. This waterfall is literally in the middle of nowhere. The only people who have ever seen it are locals and Global Neighbors travellers. It felt so peaceful to be there. The fact that the Earth can have such hidden beauty in it is amazing. The way I felt at the waterfall is something I will never forget. Free. I felt so free. Like everything will be okay.
December 8th: We spent the morning at the farm. More planting and staining was done at the garden, which is really starting to take shape. Half of the group spent the morning organizing supplies for a couple more distributions. We did a distribution at a school I have never been to in the afternoon. Once again, I wanted to take home all of the kids. The headmasters name is Jim, and what a wonderful man he is. He has made his school self sufficient. He has so much determination to teach these kids practical life tools. They have banana trees, pigs, geese, turkeys, and catfish. They eat what they can, sell what is left, and feed the animals what can't be sold. They also use pig manure as fertilizer for the banana trees. Not many migrant schools have this kind of drive to live good, normal lives. It was so refreshing to see, and instills yet more determination in me to help others get to this point. It has been such a priviledge to meet all of these wonderful people like Jim. I look up to them, and if I could be half of the person they are I will havr lived a very gratifying life.
Today was Sunday, our free day. Last night we stayed up late drinking and playing games. It was great to bond as a group. Because of the late night, I slept in this morning. I spent the first part of the afternoon down by the pool, and got some colour. Then I went to the Moei market for a couple hours. Overall, it was a nice relaxing day.
I have found that lately in life I have really been doubting peoples' intentions. I just feel like we will destroy ourselves with our lack of consideration, respect and compassion for each other. But by coming here I have restored some of my faith in humanity. Maybe it has not been destroyed afterall. But it is quite sad that the only people who show humanity are those with next to nothing in their lives. It is so mind blowing how these people can be so happy with very few possessions. They care so much about each other, not what or how much they own. Why can't we think like that back home? Why can't we care abou each other more than our jobs or how much money we have? Simplicity. I wany that in my life. I feel like money ruins people. And I have seen that too much with people I care about. Money does not amount to much at the end of your life. The way you lived your life, and the experiences you created or grabbed hold of are what determine if you had a successful life. At least in my opinion. The bottom line is that this trip makes me believe that we will be okay as a society. Good, selfless people do still exist.
I am also realizing how much I feel at peace here. I have no stress or worries. I feel calm, whole, happy. I want to feel like this at home, in my everyday life. I want these feelings fo myself, for everyone I love, and for the people I am meeting here. When I am helping others I feel content with my life. It feels like this is what I should be doing with my life, not sitting at a computer designing homes for people with too much money. I want to make helping others my life work, but how one does that is something I do not know. It just gives me so much satisfaction and purpose. I feel like it brings out the best in me, and that is so rewarding when my life has been so dark lately. I want to be a good person. I find that my mind is so clear here. I can think things through and calm myself down. I can let my emotions out, and talk to people who are on the same wave length as me. These people get it.
The last thing I wanted to mention before I go to bed is the reaction I have been getting in regards to my tattoo. I did not expect so much positivity. Tattoos on females is not regarded very highly over here. I know last time I was here I got some negative attention. But my arm makes every single person stare. I have gotten so many people telling me how beautiful it is, and some people even come up to me and touch my arm. One guy even took a picture! It makes me so happy to show off how beautiful Morgan was. I feel like she is with me in so many ways, and this tattoo is one of them.
Well I am now officially caught up. Tomorrow is a new day, with new adventures.
So continuing from my last post, we left Mae La camp for the Thai Karen village where we spent the night. It is a village where not a single soul speaks English, and we sleep on mats on the floor. It was a great experience on my last trip, and it did not disappoint again this year.
The next morning, which would have been December 7th, we went to a remote waterfall. We drove most of the way up a scary cliffside road/path. Then we walked a short distance to the waterfall. Wow, was it ever breathtaking! I have never been to a waterfall like this before. We swam right up to it. The force of the wind it created was not expected. It was one of the coolest things I have ever seen. And the feelings it evoked in me were not expected either. This waterfall is literally in the middle of nowhere. The only people who have ever seen it are locals and Global Neighbors travellers. It felt so peaceful to be there. The fact that the Earth can have such hidden beauty in it is amazing. The way I felt at the waterfall is something I will never forget. Free. I felt so free. Like everything will be okay.
December 8th: We spent the morning at the farm. More planting and staining was done at the garden, which is really starting to take shape. Half of the group spent the morning organizing supplies for a couple more distributions. We did a distribution at a school I have never been to in the afternoon. Once again, I wanted to take home all of the kids. The headmasters name is Jim, and what a wonderful man he is. He has made his school self sufficient. He has so much determination to teach these kids practical life tools. They have banana trees, pigs, geese, turkeys, and catfish. They eat what they can, sell what is left, and feed the animals what can't be sold. They also use pig manure as fertilizer for the banana trees. Not many migrant schools have this kind of drive to live good, normal lives. It was so refreshing to see, and instills yet more determination in me to help others get to this point. It has been such a priviledge to meet all of these wonderful people like Jim. I look up to them, and if I could be half of the person they are I will havr lived a very gratifying life.
Today was Sunday, our free day. Last night we stayed up late drinking and playing games. It was great to bond as a group. Because of the late night, I slept in this morning. I spent the first part of the afternoon down by the pool, and got some colour. Then I went to the Moei market for a couple hours. Overall, it was a nice relaxing day.
I have found that lately in life I have really been doubting peoples' intentions. I just feel like we will destroy ourselves with our lack of consideration, respect and compassion for each other. But by coming here I have restored some of my faith in humanity. Maybe it has not been destroyed afterall. But it is quite sad that the only people who show humanity are those with next to nothing in their lives. It is so mind blowing how these people can be so happy with very few possessions. They care so much about each other, not what or how much they own. Why can't we think like that back home? Why can't we care abou each other more than our jobs or how much money we have? Simplicity. I wany that in my life. I feel like money ruins people. And I have seen that too much with people I care about. Money does not amount to much at the end of your life. The way you lived your life, and the experiences you created or grabbed hold of are what determine if you had a successful life. At least in my opinion. The bottom line is that this trip makes me believe that we will be okay as a society. Good, selfless people do still exist.
I am also realizing how much I feel at peace here. I have no stress or worries. I feel calm, whole, happy. I want to feel like this at home, in my everyday life. I want these feelings fo myself, for everyone I love, and for the people I am meeting here. When I am helping others I feel content with my life. It feels like this is what I should be doing with my life, not sitting at a computer designing homes for people with too much money. I want to make helping others my life work, but how one does that is something I do not know. It just gives me so much satisfaction and purpose. I feel like it brings out the best in me, and that is so rewarding when my life has been so dark lately. I want to be a good person. I find that my mind is so clear here. I can think things through and calm myself down. I can let my emotions out, and talk to people who are on the same wave length as me. These people get it.
The last thing I wanted to mention before I go to bed is the reaction I have been getting in regards to my tattoo. I did not expect so much positivity. Tattoos on females is not regarded very highly over here. I know last time I was here I got some negative attention. But my arm makes every single person stare. I have gotten so many people telling me how beautiful it is, and some people even come up to me and touch my arm. One guy even took a picture! It makes me so happy to show off how beautiful Morgan was. I feel like she is with me in so many ways, and this tattoo is one of them.
Well I am now officially caught up. Tomorrow is a new day, with new adventures.
Halfway
On December 5th we spent the morning planting the garden. It is going to look so good! I am excited to see it in a couple years when it is fully grown. I think Morgan would love it. It gives me peace to look at it, and I just hope it does the same for the girls who will be living there. There is still some work to do on the sign. I went with Denton to get a hand carved wooden border to dress up the sign I had made. It explains the dedication to Morgan, and I think it is going to look so awesome when it's finished.
For the afternoon we finally were able to meet the girls we are building the safe house project for. They hold such a special place in my heart now. The sweetest girls. We took them to a national park to hang out and have a picnic. Watching the girls interact for only a few minutes, you can see how much they care for each oher. They get along so well, and there was so much laughter. We still haven't heard their stories, like how they have come to be where they are. But we have arranged for one of the caretakers to explain it to us. I want to know, but am also scared for what I might learn. I am sure it will be hard to hear because all I know are their smiling faces right now.
There was a waterfall at the park. It was beautiful. The girls beelined for it and started climbing it. It wasn't a huge cliff waterfall, it sort of gradually stepped up. Made for good climbing. We naturally followed the girls up the waterfall. It was incredible, but I sure felt the climb in my muscles the next day. I ended up climbing beside a couple of the younger girls and one of their caretakers. It was fun helping the girls climb and so great to see them trusting me.
After our exhilarating climb, we just hung out with the girls. We made beaded bracelets, played badminton, volleyball, and coloured. It was great to interact with the kids. They have so much life in them and I am so glad we have the opportunity to preserve that. They were so thankful for everything we did for them. It makes my heart so happy.
So onto December 6th: One of my favourites so far. We visited Mae La Refugee Camp. I cannot believe how much I missed that place. I didn't even realize it until I was back there again. The people in that camp are just so kind hearted. I wish there was more I could do for them.
We first visited Henry's school. Some of the women had clothes and bags for sale. I bought a traditional Karen shirt. We then watched a couple of performances put on by the students. Henry then brought us to a sister school of his. We watched another amazing traditional dance there, and met the wonderful principal. She is a 77 year old woman with so much fire in her eyes. This school is also where I ran into David, a boy I met last time I was here. I had done a camera project with him. I was so excited to see him, and he remembered me. He asked me if I would be back to the camp another day. I really wish I could go back to see him. I feel like I need to save him. Not that he is in any danger, but I want him to have a great, fulfilling life. There is no future for him in the camp. Once he finishes school, there will be nothing for him to do. This makes me so sad and mad at the same time.
I also met a girl from Finland who is teaching at this school. She has been there since the beginning of the school year, and lives right in the camp. She plans to stay in the area so she can help these people. I admire her more than anyone will understand. I want so much to do what she is doing. I just need to get to a stable time in my life.
From Henry's school we took a bike/scooter ride with some of the refugees through part of the camp to have lunch at one of the 'restaurants'. I had never gotten a view of the camp this way. They are a mini city. They have set up stores, and have a 'main street'. It was so interesting to see. I don't think they make much money, but it gives them something to do.
After lunch we visited Arthur's Orphanage. They told us a bit about their background. We also learned that Burma is still not safe for them to return to, which is contradicting what we are reading in the papers back home. Bu Wah, a young woman who helps take care of the children at the orphanage, told us that the peace that the government of Burma is claiming to have come to is only pretend peace. The government has not changed. There is still a civil war going on. This was all so eye opening to hear because of the garbage the news back home is telling us. They have been painting a completely different picture. The situation isbso maddening. Will I even live to see change in Burma?! It makes me want to cry to think no one is doing anything about it. The only reason the United States is infiltrating Burma is for the untapped reaources that are there. Not to help the people.
The kids of Arthur's sang us Christmas songs. And of course it was so beautiful. Their voices really tug somewhere deep inside my soul. Choking back my tears was so hard to do, but I feel like I shouldn't be crying around these people. They have been through so much, and they are smiling. Even though I am crying for them, I just can't bring myself to let the tears flow.
As soon as they finished performing one of the girls came up to me and asked if I would come see the girls' dorm. All of us girls went. We talked, gave out pictures, they put their make up on us, and braided our hair. It was lovely, but not long enough. I could hang out with them all day. The girls also made us all Karen bags. It was such an unexpected gift. I will cherish it forever. Those girls are beyond wonderful, and so kind. I want to be friends with them all forever.
For the afternoon we finally were able to meet the girls we are building the safe house project for. They hold such a special place in my heart now. The sweetest girls. We took them to a national park to hang out and have a picnic. Watching the girls interact for only a few minutes, you can see how much they care for each oher. They get along so well, and there was so much laughter. We still haven't heard their stories, like how they have come to be where they are. But we have arranged for one of the caretakers to explain it to us. I want to know, but am also scared for what I might learn. I am sure it will be hard to hear because all I know are their smiling faces right now.
There was a waterfall at the park. It was beautiful. The girls beelined for it and started climbing it. It wasn't a huge cliff waterfall, it sort of gradually stepped up. Made for good climbing. We naturally followed the girls up the waterfall. It was incredible, but I sure felt the climb in my muscles the next day. I ended up climbing beside a couple of the younger girls and one of their caretakers. It was fun helping the girls climb and so great to see them trusting me.
After our exhilarating climb, we just hung out with the girls. We made beaded bracelets, played badminton, volleyball, and coloured. It was great to interact with the kids. They have so much life in them and I am so glad we have the opportunity to preserve that. They were so thankful for everything we did for them. It makes my heart so happy.
So onto December 6th: One of my favourites so far. We visited Mae La Refugee Camp. I cannot believe how much I missed that place. I didn't even realize it until I was back there again. The people in that camp are just so kind hearted. I wish there was more I could do for them.
We first visited Henry's school. Some of the women had clothes and bags for sale. I bought a traditional Karen shirt. We then watched a couple of performances put on by the students. Henry then brought us to a sister school of his. We watched another amazing traditional dance there, and met the wonderful principal. She is a 77 year old woman with so much fire in her eyes. This school is also where I ran into David, a boy I met last time I was here. I had done a camera project with him. I was so excited to see him, and he remembered me. He asked me if I would be back to the camp another day. I really wish I could go back to see him. I feel like I need to save him. Not that he is in any danger, but I want him to have a great, fulfilling life. There is no future for him in the camp. Once he finishes school, there will be nothing for him to do. This makes me so sad and mad at the same time.
I also met a girl from Finland who is teaching at this school. She has been there since the beginning of the school year, and lives right in the camp. She plans to stay in the area so she can help these people. I admire her more than anyone will understand. I want so much to do what she is doing. I just need to get to a stable time in my life.
From Henry's school we took a bike/scooter ride with some of the refugees through part of the camp to have lunch at one of the 'restaurants'. I had never gotten a view of the camp this way. They are a mini city. They have set up stores, and have a 'main street'. It was so interesting to see. I don't think they make much money, but it gives them something to do.
After lunch we visited Arthur's Orphanage. They told us a bit about their background. We also learned that Burma is still not safe for them to return to, which is contradicting what we are reading in the papers back home. Bu Wah, a young woman who helps take care of the children at the orphanage, told us that the peace that the government of Burma is claiming to have come to is only pretend peace. The government has not changed. There is still a civil war going on. This was all so eye opening to hear because of the garbage the news back home is telling us. They have been painting a completely different picture. The situation isbso maddening. Will I even live to see change in Burma?! It makes me want to cry to think no one is doing anything about it. The only reason the United States is infiltrating Burma is for the untapped reaources that are there. Not to help the people.
The kids of Arthur's sang us Christmas songs. And of course it was so beautiful. Their voices really tug somewhere deep inside my soul. Choking back my tears was so hard to do, but I feel like I shouldn't be crying around these people. They have been through so much, and they are smiling. Even though I am crying for them, I just can't bring myself to let the tears flow.
As soon as they finished performing one of the girls came up to me and asked if I would come see the girls' dorm. All of us girls went. We talked, gave out pictures, they put their make up on us, and braided our hair. It was lovely, but not long enough. I could hang out with them all day. The girls also made us all Karen bags. It was such an unexpected gift. I will cherish it forever. Those girls are beyond wonderful, and so kind. I want to be friends with them all forever.
12.07.2012
Old Favourites Revisited
Another day, another life touched. Be it mine or someone I have met on this journey.
On December 4th, we went to one of my favourite schools. Agape School and Orphanage. We arrived in time to hear the children sing their morning songs. There are more kids since last time I was here, and a lot of improvements have been made to the school grounds. More proof that we are affecting the lives of these migrants and refugees.
The headmaster of Agape, David, told us his storey while we were there, as well. And all I can say is WOW! This is the least selfish man I have ever met. He truely is an incredible person. Basically, in summary, David fled Burma and came to Thailand years ago. He ended up starting a school out of a house he rented. As the school grew he moved the children around to a space that fit there needs at the time. David had applied to immigrate to the U.S. and he was accepted. He then faced the biggest decision of his life; immigrate to the U.S. and better his life, as well as his families' life, but this meant abandoning his students. He obviously chose to give up a better life for himself to help his own people. What an amazing, selfless act. And hearing David talk put even more perspective on life. He didn't make his decision to be viewed as a good person, he did it purely out of love and hope. Hope for these kids' futures, and hope that he can make a difference. He is such a humble man. And I feel blessed to have met him. The world needs more David's.
The kids at Agape are so adorable. They love going to school, and you can see it on their faces. Majority of the kids at this school come from very broken homes. At night they are often sent into the sex and drug trade by their families because they have no other way to make money to put food on the table. It is so horrible, and unfair. But David makes sure to start every day with songs and positivity. He gives light into these kids' eyes. And that is so phenomenal.
Once we left Agape we went to the farm to start working. Some people helped with the safe house kitchen, and some worked on sanding and staining the gazebo. Later in the afternoon we did a distribution at Morning Glory School. We had the chance to hang out with some of the kids. One of the girls asked me to play badminton with her. It was so much fun interacting and having fun with them.
After supper that night we went to the TPC for a presentation. Some background on the TPC: young people from all over Burma come to this school to learn how to become teachers. They learn all of the tools they need to then go back home and teach their people. All ethnic backgrounds from Burma attend the TPC, which is a tool in itself. There is a lot of unnecessary fighting within Burma between the different ethnic cultures. The TPC offers a way for these different groups of people to get to know each other in hopes that they take their new knowledge of each other home. I really believe a massive step towards peace and equality in Burma is for all of the ethnicities to unite as one.
On December 4th, we went to one of my favourite schools. Agape School and Orphanage. We arrived in time to hear the children sing their morning songs. There are more kids since last time I was here, and a lot of improvements have been made to the school grounds. More proof that we are affecting the lives of these migrants and refugees.
The headmaster of Agape, David, told us his storey while we were there, as well. And all I can say is WOW! This is the least selfish man I have ever met. He truely is an incredible person. Basically, in summary, David fled Burma and came to Thailand years ago. He ended up starting a school out of a house he rented. As the school grew he moved the children around to a space that fit there needs at the time. David had applied to immigrate to the U.S. and he was accepted. He then faced the biggest decision of his life; immigrate to the U.S. and better his life, as well as his families' life, but this meant abandoning his students. He obviously chose to give up a better life for himself to help his own people. What an amazing, selfless act. And hearing David talk put even more perspective on life. He didn't make his decision to be viewed as a good person, he did it purely out of love and hope. Hope for these kids' futures, and hope that he can make a difference. He is such a humble man. And I feel blessed to have met him. The world needs more David's.
The kids at Agape are so adorable. They love going to school, and you can see it on their faces. Majority of the kids at this school come from very broken homes. At night they are often sent into the sex and drug trade by their families because they have no other way to make money to put food on the table. It is so horrible, and unfair. But David makes sure to start every day with songs and positivity. He gives light into these kids' eyes. And that is so phenomenal.
Once we left Agape we went to the farm to start working. Some people helped with the safe house kitchen, and some worked on sanding and staining the gazebo. Later in the afternoon we did a distribution at Morning Glory School. We had the chance to hang out with some of the kids. One of the girls asked me to play badminton with her. It was so much fun interacting and having fun with them.
After supper that night we went to the TPC for a presentation. Some background on the TPC: young people from all over Burma come to this school to learn how to become teachers. They learn all of the tools they need to then go back home and teach their people. All ethnic backgrounds from Burma attend the TPC, which is a tool in itself. There is a lot of unnecessary fighting within Burma between the different ethnic cultures. The TPC offers a way for these different groups of people to get to know each other in hopes that they take their new knowledge of each other home. I really believe a massive step towards peace and equality in Burma is for all of the ethnicities to unite as one.
M.I.A.
Time is a funny concept. It feels like it is flying by because I hardly have time to update this blog, yet each days feels like it is 48 hours long.
We have been keeping super busy. On December 3rd we spent the majority of the day at New Light School, the first school GSHS built. We taught the kids about snow for the morning. I was teaching the kindergarteners and grade ones how to draw a snowman. And the older kids made snowflakes out of paper. It was so much fun to interact with these kids. They were so eager to learn, and did everything we did. We handed out Canadian flag pins and candy, and the kids just loved it. While we were working with the kindergarten kids one girl kept trying to talk to me. I was getting quite frustrated that I could not understand Burmese. I wanted so badly to communicate with her. If I decide to make this cause a serious committment in my life then I will have to learn Burmese.
On my last trip we did a distribution at New Light, and this year I noticed how much happier the kids look. It is so incredibly satisfying to know what I am doing is making a difference in these kids lives. And I am seeing it first hand. Their smiles are the most precious thing on this Earth.
During the afternoon we prepped for and did a distribution at New Light. That afternoon I also went to the nursery to pick out a tree that is to be the focal point of the memorial garden. It was such a surprise and such a priviledge to be able to do that. I picked a tree that will be quite large and offer shade. It has purple flowers on it. Those are what sold me on the tree. If Morgan ventured out and wore colour it was purple.
It is so hard for me to describe what it feels like to be back here. It is so amazing and so right. I want to stay forever, and adopt Burmese children. I wish there was a way I could help every child. My heart aches for every single kid I meet. I know what we are doing is helping, but I feel like it is not enough. If only I had more money and time; I would be here all of the time and be able to do bigger and better things for these people. They deserve it all.
We have been keeping super busy. On December 3rd we spent the majority of the day at New Light School, the first school GSHS built. We taught the kids about snow for the morning. I was teaching the kindergarteners and grade ones how to draw a snowman. And the older kids made snowflakes out of paper. It was so much fun to interact with these kids. They were so eager to learn, and did everything we did. We handed out Canadian flag pins and candy, and the kids just loved it. While we were working with the kindergarten kids one girl kept trying to talk to me. I was getting quite frustrated that I could not understand Burmese. I wanted so badly to communicate with her. If I decide to make this cause a serious committment in my life then I will have to learn Burmese.
On my last trip we did a distribution at New Light, and this year I noticed how much happier the kids look. It is so incredibly satisfying to know what I am doing is making a difference in these kids lives. And I am seeing it first hand. Their smiles are the most precious thing on this Earth.
During the afternoon we prepped for and did a distribution at New Light. That afternoon I also went to the nursery to pick out a tree that is to be the focal point of the memorial garden. It was such a surprise and such a priviledge to be able to do that. I picked a tree that will be quite large and offer shade. It has purple flowers on it. Those are what sold me on the tree. If Morgan ventured out and wore colour it was purple.
It is so hard for me to describe what it feels like to be back here. It is so amazing and so right. I want to stay forever, and adopt Burmese children. I wish there was a way I could help every child. My heart aches for every single kid I meet. I know what we are doing is helping, but I feel like it is not enough. If only I had more money and time; I would be here all of the time and be able to do bigger and better things for these people. They deserve it all.
12.02.2012
Home Sweet Home
We are now in Mae Sot. And it feels so much like home. I didn't realize how much I needed to come here. As soon as we pull onto a road I know where we are going. I know this place now. I love it here. It just confirms how much I need to make this trip a regular occurance in my life. The only way I can really explain it is that it is so good for my soul.
One of the things we did today was walk through a migrant village. It hit home with me, once again. We have so much, and these people have so little. The contrast is stark. And I will admit,the lines had started to blur after being away so long. It is day one and already I am so emotional. The kids are so amazing. I want to take them all home.
We also took a quick tour of Global Neighbors farm. So much has changed in two years. They have built three new building on their land, which are dedicated to the teacher prepardness centre. This is a place where young adults can prepare themselves to become teachers. The TPC allows people to receive the proper training needed to be successul.
We got to see the Safe House site too. Our building, the one we raised money for, is going to be the kitchen and laundry area. There will also be dorms built and more. The skeleton of our building has been finished up until now
We will most likely be working on the roof and infill walls.
The garden has been started as well. The soil has been laid and levelled. The gazebo has also been built, with a rock path leading up to it. The gazebo is huge and so much more beautiful than I imagined it could be. As I walked up to it, I couldn't hold back the tears. It is already so much more than I expected it to be. I am so thankful that Global Neighbors has given me the opportunity to dedicate these gardens to Morgan. The emotions today have been overwhelming.
Much love,
Kacey
One of the things we did today was walk through a migrant village. It hit home with me, once again. We have so much, and these people have so little. The contrast is stark. And I will admit,the lines had started to blur after being away so long. It is day one and already I am so emotional. The kids are so amazing. I want to take them all home.
We also took a quick tour of Global Neighbors farm. So much has changed in two years. They have built three new building on their land, which are dedicated to the teacher prepardness centre. This is a place where young adults can prepare themselves to become teachers. The TPC allows people to receive the proper training needed to be successul.
We got to see the Safe House site too. Our building, the one we raised money for, is going to be the kitchen and laundry area. There will also be dorms built and more. The skeleton of our building has been finished up until now
We will most likely be working on the roof and infill walls.
The garden has been started as well. The soil has been laid and levelled. The gazebo has also been built, with a rock path leading up to it. The gazebo is huge and so much more beautiful than I imagined it could be. As I walked up to it, I couldn't hold back the tears. It is already so much more than I expected it to be. I am so thankful that Global Neighbors has given me the opportunity to dedicate these gardens to Morgan. The emotions today have been overwhelming.
Much love,
Kacey
12.01.2012
Blogging From My New Kobo
It is so nice to have a device with wifi. I don't have to search for a computer and buy minutes. Ease of use.
Well, here I am, sitting in a hotel room in Chiang Mai. I am having a hard time finding words to describe how I feel. It just feels right. I am so elated that I was able to come back to Thailand again. I was really worried about this trip, as my last post explains, but so far I am so happy I came and in a weird sense it feels like I belong here. I love the familiarity of it. I recognize things and places I have been. I see familiar faces. It's absolutely great.
Flights were good. Long, and did not get much sleep. Landed in Bangkok last night around midnight. On the flight from Tokyo to Bangkok was the first time I got any semblance of sleep. By the time we arrived at our hotel I was wide awake. It was close to noon SK time. So I only got a few hours sleep last night. This morning I woke up and took one of my malaria pills. I then went downstairs to eat breakfast. I had a piece of watermelon and pineapple, and a coupl bits of omelette before I started to feel sick. I knew I wasn't going to make it to the bathroom, but I tried. I made it to the lobby and threw up all over the polished marble floors. I felt so bad. One of the hotel staff showed me to the bathroom where I proceeded to be sick for quite awhile. I still haven't completely shaken it, but I think a good nights sleep tonight will help. Maybe some food too.
I think I got sick because I have not eaten much lately. Even before I left on this trip I wasn't eating much because of my nerves. I also had hardly slept, and then I took my pill on an empty stomach when I knew they are hard on me. I have my fingers crossed that tomorrow will be better. I sure hope so because we have a 5 hour drive to Mae Sot in the morning.
We visited the Floating Market in Bangkok this morning. All I bought was a silly souvenier and a beer. Weather is awesome. So warm. I am surprising myself by how much I am enjoying the heat and humidity.
Our flight to Chiang Mai was at 4 in the afternoon, and once we landed here we checked into our hotel, my favourite one on this trip. We went to eat at the night market food court, where again I did not eat much. I think I will have more of a desire to eat once I am over this jet lag. From there we all went our separate ways to explore the market. I found some cute jewellry and another pair of sunglasse because I recently broke the pair I bought on my last trip. I scoped out som clothes that I may buy on the way home.
And to top off my first day in one of my favourite cities, I treated myself to a Thai foot massage. Quite sure I fell asleep. So awesome.
But I had better get to bed. Sleep is needed on so many levels. And I am getting sick of typing on this thing alredy. Maybe it isn't as great as I first thought.
Good night world,
Kacey
Well, here I am, sitting in a hotel room in Chiang Mai. I am having a hard time finding words to describe how I feel. It just feels right. I am so elated that I was able to come back to Thailand again. I was really worried about this trip, as my last post explains, but so far I am so happy I came and in a weird sense it feels like I belong here. I love the familiarity of it. I recognize things and places I have been. I see familiar faces. It's absolutely great.
Flights were good. Long, and did not get much sleep. Landed in Bangkok last night around midnight. On the flight from Tokyo to Bangkok was the first time I got any semblance of sleep. By the time we arrived at our hotel I was wide awake. It was close to noon SK time. So I only got a few hours sleep last night. This morning I woke up and took one of my malaria pills. I then went downstairs to eat breakfast. I had a piece of watermelon and pineapple, and a coupl bits of omelette before I started to feel sick. I knew I wasn't going to make it to the bathroom, but I tried. I made it to the lobby and threw up all over the polished marble floors. I felt so bad. One of the hotel staff showed me to the bathroom where I proceeded to be sick for quite awhile. I still haven't completely shaken it, but I think a good nights sleep tonight will help. Maybe some food too.
I think I got sick because I have not eaten much lately. Even before I left on this trip I wasn't eating much because of my nerves. I also had hardly slept, and then I took my pill on an empty stomach when I knew they are hard on me. I have my fingers crossed that tomorrow will be better. I sure hope so because we have a 5 hour drive to Mae Sot in the morning.
We visited the Floating Market in Bangkok this morning. All I bought was a silly souvenier and a beer. Weather is awesome. So warm. I am surprising myself by how much I am enjoying the heat and humidity.
Our flight to Chiang Mai was at 4 in the afternoon, and once we landed here we checked into our hotel, my favourite one on this trip. We went to eat at the night market food court, where again I did not eat much. I think I will have more of a desire to eat once I am over this jet lag. From there we all went our separate ways to explore the market. I found some cute jewellry and another pair of sunglasse because I recently broke the pair I bought on my last trip. I scoped out som clothes that I may buy on the way home.
And to top off my first day in one of my favourite cities, I treated myself to a Thai foot massage. Quite sure I fell asleep. So awesome.
But I had better get to bed. Sleep is needed on so many levels. And I am getting sick of typing on this thing alredy. Maybe it isn't as great as I first thought.
Good night world,
Kacey
11.27.2012
Running Wild
My emotions are going absolutely crazy. I don't remember feeling this way the last time I went on this trip. I have been feeling like I am going to throw up, to fighting back tears, to ecstatic all in a few minutes span. I am making myself sick with all of the anticipation.
I am concerned with how emotional this trip is going to be for me, especially with how I am feeling now, before I even leave Canada. For the first year, after losing Morgan, I was numb. I don't remember dealing with any of my emotions. They just happened and I was in a daze for most of it. My own bubble, so to speak. As of lately, all of my emotions seem to be heightened. And I really feel all of them. I don't feel so black and grey anymore.
I am nervous to have a breakdown, or meltdown, during this experience. I don't know if I will be able to handle it, especially being so far from home. From my support group. I think this is what has me so worked up. I know this trip is going to be hard, but what if I can't handle it? What if I am not strong enough? The first time I went to Thailand I went blindly. I didn't know what to expect, and that was good. It was hard to get such a reality check, but such a phenomenal experience at the same time. This year, I am terrified. I know how the trip affected me last time, and a lot has happened since then, that I don't know exactly how I will react.
I guess, getting down to the root of it all, I am scared this trip will send me spiralling backwards. Ever since I made the decision to go on this trip I have been thinking it will be good for me; it will be a sort of healing process for me. But what if I am wrong? It has taken me a LOT to get to where I am right now. I don't want to take a step back, nevermind a bounding leap.
Some of you may have had no idea how much I have been struggling for the past 16 months, most of you probably had no clue. That is due to me keeping everything inside. I didn't talk in detail about it. I couldn't. I didn't want to. I didn't know how. I guess I am better at writing it down, and hiding behind my computer screen.
Despite all of these things I am worried about, I can hardly contain my excitement to get this journey started. I cannot focus on anything. My mind is wandering like a lost puppy. I have probably quadruple checked my bags, my camera, Kobo, and iPod are all charging now, and I have a ride to the airport lined up (love you momma!). So why can't I settle down, and get through the last few days of work? Damn my Chretien genes. Worry, worry, worry. Breathe, Kacey, breathe.
The next update should be from somewhere that is not here.
Until then,
Kacey
P.S. I have contemplated publishing this post. I have not expressed myself in this way to anyone. And now I am letting it out. It's nerve racking, but a lot of people I love have gone through hardships themselves. Maybe they can find comfort in this, maybe it can help someone. I don't know, but I am going to just suck it up and hit that button.
11.25.2012
New Experiences Ahead
Well it has been a solid two years since I have posted here. It's about time I did.
I have the amazing opportunity to go back to Thailand. And I leave in 4 days!! Two of the past travellers, who are now coordinators of the Global Students Helping Students group, approached me about going back with them this year. I didn't know if this was something I could afford to do financially. But they didn't give up on me. A big part was due to the fact that I had lost my very best friend one year and four months ago to a tragic car accident. They knew that this trip was something I needed to do as a part of my healing process. And I couldn't agree more. So I talked to my mom. She convinced me to just do it. Life is short, a lesson I have been reminded of too much lately. I shouldn't worry about money if this is something I really wanted to do. I can find a way to make it work, and that is what I did. I want to look back on my life and remember these experiences, even if it means I am not well off in the money department. I would prefer my legacy to be about my experiences. They are what define a person after all.
So here I am, in my final preparations. I am feeling the same way I was last trip; stressed, nervous, excited, scared. I have a feeling this trip will be much more emotional for me. For many reasons. I know what to expect this year, but we are doing a lot of new things on this trip. We are going with a much smaller group of 9, which means we are going to get to form better connections with the people we are helping because there are less of us and we will have more time. We are also going to be visiting a baby orphanage, a clinic, and a school in Burma. I am very excited to cross over the border into Burma, and to give help in the country that needs it most.
The project we have raised funds for this year is another emotional piece of this trip. It is a safe house for women and young girls. The sex and drug trade in Thailand is horrific. And sometimes the refugees from Burma are sold into it by their families because they have no other choice. This safe house is being built on land that Global Neighbors owns. And it will consist of a kitchen, dining and laundry area, dorms for the girls, and a teaching quarters. This will be a place for those at risk of the sex and drug trade to go to. To live, and learn, and better their lives. We will have the opportunity to spend time with these young girls often on this trip, and that is going to be quite an experience in itself.
The last amazing part of this trip is something GN and GSHS has allowed me to do in memory of Morgan, my best friend who passed away. There is a garden that we are going to build behind the dorms of the safe house project, and we are building it in honour of Morgan. This could not be more perfect. Morgan was very much involved with my last trip to Thailand. She did not end up travelling with us, but she helped us with fundraisers and put in a lot of effort to the cause. She loved nature, as well. So a fruit tree garden is a beautiful way commemorate her memory.
So I have written enough. You have an idea of what this trip will be about. I will try to update this blog as often as possible while I am in Thailand. It's a whole new year that will generate more amazing stories and eye openers for me. This trip is something I need. It will be healing in so many ways, and put my life back into perspective for me.
I will leave you with this video. Barrack Obama recently visited Burma. He was the first American President to ever do so. His speech was amazing, and so moving. It is exactly what GN and GSHS is all about. We just want the Burmese people to be able to go home and live peacefully.
Love and Peace,
Kacey
I have the amazing opportunity to go back to Thailand. And I leave in 4 days!! Two of the past travellers, who are now coordinators of the Global Students Helping Students group, approached me about going back with them this year. I didn't know if this was something I could afford to do financially. But they didn't give up on me. A big part was due to the fact that I had lost my very best friend one year and four months ago to a tragic car accident. They knew that this trip was something I needed to do as a part of my healing process. And I couldn't agree more. So I talked to my mom. She convinced me to just do it. Life is short, a lesson I have been reminded of too much lately. I shouldn't worry about money if this is something I really wanted to do. I can find a way to make it work, and that is what I did. I want to look back on my life and remember these experiences, even if it means I am not well off in the money department. I would prefer my legacy to be about my experiences. They are what define a person after all.
So here I am, in my final preparations. I am feeling the same way I was last trip; stressed, nervous, excited, scared. I have a feeling this trip will be much more emotional for me. For many reasons. I know what to expect this year, but we are doing a lot of new things on this trip. We are going with a much smaller group of 9, which means we are going to get to form better connections with the people we are helping because there are less of us and we will have more time. We are also going to be visiting a baby orphanage, a clinic, and a school in Burma. I am very excited to cross over the border into Burma, and to give help in the country that needs it most.
The project we have raised funds for this year is another emotional piece of this trip. It is a safe house for women and young girls. The sex and drug trade in Thailand is horrific. And sometimes the refugees from Burma are sold into it by their families because they have no other choice. This safe house is being built on land that Global Neighbors owns. And it will consist of a kitchen, dining and laundry area, dorms for the girls, and a teaching quarters. This will be a place for those at risk of the sex and drug trade to go to. To live, and learn, and better their lives. We will have the opportunity to spend time with these young girls often on this trip, and that is going to be quite an experience in itself.
The last amazing part of this trip is something GN and GSHS has allowed me to do in memory of Morgan, my best friend who passed away. There is a garden that we are going to build behind the dorms of the safe house project, and we are building it in honour of Morgan. This could not be more perfect. Morgan was very much involved with my last trip to Thailand. She did not end up travelling with us, but she helped us with fundraisers and put in a lot of effort to the cause. She loved nature, as well. So a fruit tree garden is a beautiful way commemorate her memory.
So I have written enough. You have an idea of what this trip will be about. I will try to update this blog as often as possible while I am in Thailand. It's a whole new year that will generate more amazing stories and eye openers for me. This trip is something I need. It will be healing in so many ways, and put my life back into perspective for me.
I will leave you with this video. Barrack Obama recently visited Burma. He was the first American President to ever do so. His speech was amazing, and so moving. It is exactly what GN and GSHS is all about. We just want the Burmese people to be able to go home and live peacefully.
Love and Peace,
Kacey
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