Every year, a reunion – already predetermined, a special meeting, a meeting for those who left and who stayed, of which is highly anticipated by every single person. A meeting filled with passion and care. Just like that, little by little….
To find you and bring you home was already hard but to raise you to be a good, thoughtful and loving person who will be able to contribute to society is an even harder task. It was a problematic morning that caused so much stress in the office, and then to receive your call in the afternoon:
A product and appreciation
During the summer activities at OBV, the children have demonstrated great abilities in embroidery through the skills they have learned from a volunteer visiting from Canada and today is the debut of the first finished product. We invite you to listen to T’s sharing throughout the creation process of the art piece.
The indefinite stories about the funny moments of the children at the house
“Ahhhhh, Daddy’s home, Daddy’s home, Sister!” – The loud yells of the children shocked the Sister in charge, SIC. “Daddy’s home?”, without getting any special notices, Sister IC was only informed that a visitor would come to visit the OBV house; thus she had just prepared the several necessities for the visitor to the house.
My dearest daughters,
I write to you in this quiet and empty space, waiting for your return. At this very moment, your “aunts and uncles” of the house are working really hard to find the kids with broken lives just like you to bring them here.
Written by Father Martino Nguyen Ba Thong
After the first five articles were released, I received "complaints" that the stories of this journey have not been as interesting as those of my previous trips! Goodness knows I am not a mystery writer writing a best-selling thriller! The purpose of my trip was not to find subject matter for a new story full of suspense and excitement; my articles are a collection of little anecdotes of occurrences throughout my journey.
March 1, 2008
Since 2000, I have been collecting stories and experiences from our work in rescuing, rehabilitating, and supporting young women and children from the cycle of sexual abuse and sex trafficking. These stories have been troubling, trying, and downright agonizing, but these are stories that need to be told. These are stories that need to be heard.
“I’m Not Stepping Foot into a Church”
After more than three years of working with One Body Village in Cambodia I’d like to believe that I’ve built a foundation of trust, not only among the girls who we’re trying to help, but also among the pimps, and among the guards who were paid to follow us and “keep an eye” on the girls and make sure that I didn’t try to help them escape.
“Purchasing My Virginity”
Nga was not one of the “lucky” few who were actually intoxicated or drugged. After being bought, the predator took her into the bedroom and raped her. She resisted vehemently. She cried, screamed, and even tried to scratch and claw, but her resistance was met with threats and abuse. The predator then tied her hands and feet to the four corners of the bed and stuffed her mouth with a towel.