The day that our group went to the leper colony was one of the best days that I have had here in Vietnam. I believe that the devil was really trying to keep us from going but we just laughed about the experiences and kept going with God at our side.
Looking into their innocent eyes made me feel helpless; there was nothing that I could do to stop the tragic future that was in store for them.
Even though, those gifts were small compared to the major losses faced by many flood victims; however, they did, speak of the love, care, concerns, and compassions from numerous people.
From a poor village in South Vietnam to a refugee camp in the Philippines and finally to the suburbs of America, my mom has always wanted to ensure a brighter future for me and my siblings.
I was lucky enough to venture with Dr Harrison and Father Vang. I saw a lot of things and experienced a lot of new foods and traditions.
I saw amazing mothers who fought to take care of the children— Fathers who work hard for their food and drink. Children in the more rural Montagnard villages had one, maybe two, pairs of cloths…
The leper woman with joy on her face before she died because of the new humble home made for her; the hesitant steps of the two women with mental disorder who finally could walk to the store for a hot meal, fully clothed, free from chains that tied them to the posts for many years to prevent them from wandering around naked.
I saw amazing mothers who fought to take care of the children— Fathers who work hard for their food and drink. Children in the more rural Montagnard villages had one, maybe two, pairs of cloths…