Boot Camp
I'm spending six months in Thailand just outside of Bangkok working with children who have disabilities. These are some of my thoughts and experiences
Well, I didn't get any pictures of it, but I showed up to work yesturday wearing a very green hawaiian shirt that I got on Sunday. It's the kind of shirt that the people here wear for the Thai New Years that they are celebrating next month, so naturally, everyone was wondering why I was a month early wearing the shirt. I told the kids I work with about St. Patricks day and all the traditions that go along with it, such as drinking green drinks, dying the chicago river green, and beating up all the rebels who choose not to wear any green on such a day. The beating up the rebels bit I was able to show them by pointing to the example of Nin and his not wearing green. After the thrashing I gave Nin on St. Patricks day I think he learned his lesson. I showed up for work today and Nin pointed out to me that he made sure to wear a green shirt today. Better late then never. After I helped him eat some lunch he said he wanted to drink some green pop, so I bought him some green Fanta to celebrate St. Patty's day. I figured it was OK since it was still technically St. Patricks day in America.
I can't remember these guys names, but I'm sure I'll be seeing them again. They all go to the small church here that P Charlee (the father of the fam) leads. The first guy is a carpenter that was putting a small room on the back of P Charlees house when I arrived Friday, the next guy farms a rice field nearby (an impressive looking field at that) and the last guy asked us for a ride into town the first day. We never did give him a ride back even though I was pretty sure we were supposed to wait for him. He's still alive anyways.
P Charlee teaches at the church on Sunday mornings and leads a bible study there on Friday nights. He spends a lot of other nights at prayer meetings or praying for the people around the villiage that come and ask for help. His days are spent farming a rice field. Most of the guys around here work 7 days a week without a break. It's a pretty poor villiage. The church they have is small, being as most people are Buddhist. There's about 30 people or so in the church. P Charlee's daughter, Cherry, and son, Peach, help with the worship on Sundays. Usually there's another couple guys there for guitar and singing, but they were out that day so I got to help play the guitar with the kids. It was a great time getting to play with them. When I stayed in the slums with them the kids were usually so shy with me and Keith and hardly talked to us. Now at 10 and 12 years old they are leading worship for the church, playing keyboard, bass, and drums. It was a lot of fun.
This is a picture of me and a lot of the children from the villiage who went to church on Sunday. We're standing on a place they are hoping to be able to build an actual church someday. Now they meed in the bottom of a house across the street from this land, but P Charlee is trying to get enough money together to build a small church here along with a place that they can teach the bible to the local Thai's who want to become Pastors and future church leaders. P Charlee is also hoping to someday transform the front of his small house into a free internet cafe for the children in the slums to help with their homework. He really cares for the people in this villiage and seems much happier to be there instead of in the slums. The people in the church are also hoping to do something for the children of the slums who want to continue on with their education after the age of 15. The government stops paying for their schooling then and the families in the villiage are predominantly poor and can't afford the $300 a year to keep the kids in school. Many of the children leave for Bangkok looking for work. I'm planning to go back in the end of my stay here and see if they're is anything I can do to help get some kids the opportunity to stay in school after the government stops paying. I'm hoping we may be able to get something up through the church their for the kids in the villiage. God willing.
All in all I was amazed at the generosity and kindness of the family and the people in the villiage towards me while I was there. They refused to let me pay for anything (including my bus ticket back to Bangkok) even though they don't have much, and they treated me as one of their own. It was a really great experience and I look forward to being able to make one more visit before I get back to America.