My interpreter has a pair of pants that looks exactly like “The Pants” from Mission Denver. (for those of you that don’t know what I’m talking about long story short during our homeless simulation, Carlisle had a pair of these pants that she hated)
Every single time I see her wear them I can’t help but smile. It reminds me of that life changing week and how much hope and strength the people of the streets have to continue on with life. The same goes for these amazing people in Cambodia. Who don’t have that much and are surviving just fine. They aren’t complaining or moping because they don’t have all the latest gadgets. They embrace each new day and make the best of it.
This amazes me and probably always will. I'm pretty pathetic when it comes to living a certain way, in Denver all I wanted to do was find an alley and go curl up and die. I've done really good here and excepting their way of life. Granted I did a lot of mental prep work before coming; plus I knew I was only going to be here for a certain amount of time. These people aren't here just for a visit, this is their life. And to be so happy and grateful about life astounishes me.
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