Back to Cambodia
The last time someone in my family was in Asia was when my grandfather was medivac-ed from Cambodia to the Philippines in 1974. He was in Cambodia as part of the US forces combatting the rising Khmer Rouge of Cambodia. I first came to Asia as part of a group (SEALNet) to participate in a service leadership project with two of my friends, Seihout, a Cambodian boy, and Tú, a Vietnamese girl. Our project was centered at a high school in Phnom Penh. Although Phnom Penh is by far the most developed city (with the possible exception of heavily touristed Siem Reap) in Cambodia, we staged the project there to try and reach students who were already motivated and try to encourage them to make changes in their communities as they moved further through the world.
The things that I saw in Cambodia changed me. I did not see shocking poverty, at least it wasn't shocking to me. Somehow, I saw similarity. Because my dad grew up in a slightly undeveloped part of Colorado, I was used to seeing trash, rusted cars, and collapsing buildings. The scenery was completely different but not altogether alien. The people spoke words I had no hope of understanding but were still genorous and helpful through the valleys that separated us. Cambodia fascinated me, and I decided that in the future, I should go back. I told the students that we were working with that I would be back the next year. Then, I just had to find a way to be back.