18 Dec, we stepped into Hyvong, uncertain but anxious to please. Would they enjoy our games? Were they going to like our cooking?
And then at Phu My, we felt helpless. What should we do? How could we help alleviate their suffering?
19 Dec, we looked forward to going back to Hyvong, to meeting our friends. Would they remember us? Would we do better this time?
And the task that laid before us at Phu My, we were doubtful. Would a fresh coat of paint on the playground equipment really make a difference to them?
20 Dec, we set out to paint a mural at Hyvong, determined but inexperienced. How did one wall turn into three? What could we do to give them a beautiful activities room? Did we have enough time?
We were late, getting to Phu My, already tired. Had the first coat of paint dried? Would we be able to finish a second coat in 2 hours? How would we paint in semi-darkness?
21 Dec, we brought our friends from Hyvong out, excited but awkward. How would we communicate without our voices? Was it possible to learn sign language in a day? Did we expect to miss them so much when we parted?
And then the neglected orphans at Phu My. Were we capable of being selfless volunteers? Would we be able to overcome our own fears and inhibitions? Did we expect them to touch our hearts so deeply?
22 Dec, we came home, physically tired but emotionally filled. We are proud we did it as a team.
Why is it that we lack so little, but demand for so much?
Why is it that we have so many opportunities, but we don't even want to try?
Why is it that we are so obsessed with ego and pride, when what is important are respect and empathy?
Why is it that we blame others for our unhappiness when it is within ourselves to make the change?