From afar, two ladies wholeheartedly donated their time and energy to teach our kids to make 3D jelly molds.
It was an activity scheduled for the entire weekend, with the first day starting bright and early at 8am, and wrapping up at 5pm. It was a little overcrowded, as a few of the girls were our OBV girls from Cambodia, many of them visiting the Motherland of Vietnam for the first time. Both the instructors and trainees took on this task enthusiastically. With the orders pouring in, there was no time for a break. They took a quick lunch and launched right back into it. Our board member, Phuong, worked to ensure orders were placed and even more importantly, that they were made.
It was a day of horrific storms, that we made our way to the ends of the world to their house. Two sisters, both victims of sexual abuse. Immediately, we worked to get their paperwork in order, so that we could bring them home. That was nearly 6 years ago.
Dear Dad, do you know how lucky us kids are?! On that day, without you, who knows where we'd be right now. You've brought to us a ray of warmth and hope, a small family, and happiness that cannot be measured. You've given our self confidence back, so we can take those first steps forward into the real world.
We're thinking of you today, Dad. All the memories we have of you working hard to raise money for us to make sure we have a good life; of you rewarding us when we study hard and get good grades, all the things you've taught us, and everything you've done to be a positive influence for us.
It was not my first visit to OBV, but tonight was a special and remarkable one for me.
After a storm passed through Saigon, dumping water across the whole town and turning the streets into what looked like branches of a river, and more than 3 hours on a bus (a trip that would've taken 1 hour and 45 minutes normally), I arrived at the gates of OBV's house. Everybody could see how wet and exhausted I was from the journey.
The children had already come back from school; some were preparing dinner, while others were taking care of their personal hygiene. All of them were chirping to welcome me. Some ran off to get me some warm water, and a towel. Others ran in the other direction to prepare a room for me, while others told me to "quickly take a warm bath before I got sick". How absolutely sweet these children could be, and suddenly, all my tiredness, my worries and stress were left behind at the front gate.
Entering the dormitory at the end of the day, watching shadows bounce off the walls, I couldn't see see anything at first, but I could hear her greeting -- a little girl that I had picked up last week. The clear voice came from a small figure with a joyful smile.
Her life had been nothing.
One thing after another
Adding to her grief
A father who rejected her at birth.
Muong La was her nick name given by sisters, half out of love, half out of teasing.
She had been living in the OBV house for four months now. She integrated herself quite quickly and became and new loving sister. She was happy and she cared for those around her, always ready to lend a hand to her sisters. She lived to the tune and spirit of OBV. Besides these positives, she of course doubted herself from time to time, but was told not to worry, and to simply work on the weaknesses she felt needed improving, with OBV as her companion.
OBV welcomes a child with open arms and with little attention to their religious background. The the founder and the staff are predominantly catholic, only a third of the children who walk through our doors are born Catholic.
For community integration, the children participate in activities organized by the local parish, however, are given the choice to study and convert to Catholicism. In fact, 6 children made the choice to receive their First Communion two years ago, and 2 of them continued on to receive their Confirmation today.
She was a little child, whose story made us cry non-stop for most of our trip to Malaysia. She had been there for two years, and in those two years, she had made new friends, but had also seen the same friends go home while she remained in a foreign country. Her hopes to return home had long evaporated since she had lost all of her personal documents and identification. She was excited to receive the good news that she was finally able to return to her motherland.
Welcome back! And now we begin the journey for you to rediscover your self value and worth.
April 13, 2017
Translated by Jacqueline Huynh and Mr. Phung. The Vietnamese original version in FB of NCHP
My Dear Children,
During Holy Thursday mass this evening, my eyes were stung. Every single word of the development of Love had soaked deeply in my heart.The Love God granted to us, and our love for each other.
How many years had we been through this? We celebrated the simple ceremony of washing feet every Holy Thursday, a reminder for us to live with humility, to serve, and to love.
It was a big surprise not only for the children, but also for the adults who attended his seminars.
It was the first class of 'life skills' to be presented by Professor Toan, with the very sensitive topic of sex. People assumed the children would be too embarrassed or hesitant to participate. But, his confidence and teaching methodology encouraged them to open up, to speak bravely and ask as many questions as possible.
Besides the children living with us in the OBV house, OBV supports other children, who for special reasons could not live with us, and instead now either remain with their parents, or at centres with specialized cared. However, OBV still remains in contact with them by phone, and endeavor to visit them a few times a year.
After many long rainy days in Saigon, came a day of brilliant sunshine. The elementary school kids were off this morning, a Saturday, and they, along with the OBV counselors decided to play outside.
Kids have an amazing ability to play for hours with minimal props, any plan or rules, or cookies and candy. All they needed were rubber bands (to make a long elastic for a skipping game), a few chopsticks and ping pong balls, a handkerchief, and a slipper. They played so passionately, that we as the adults looked on, embarrassed that we didn't know how to contribute to their games. After joking around about it, we decided to just take in their spirit, their childlike joy, naivety and innocence, to create a relaxed atmosphere and help them feel that they are loved unconditionally, and to forget their dark and sorrow filled pasts.
an old article...
Although Dad had been through long days of 2011 Mission Trip, he didn’t forget the promise to take us on a trip. So, we were on the way to Dai Nam.
Being with us this time were L. – a volunteer in the 2011 Mission Trip, and K. – another volunteer who has spent her annual vacation to teach OBV’s children how to cut their hair with a desire that “not only to help kids know how to cut their hair but also consider this as a job for their future”.
My dear friends, as I have shared in previous articles about my "night flights", I usually go to Viet Nam and Campuchia for my work with One Body Village-website http://www.onebodyvillage.org/. , and the "night flights" were only my own personal excursions, hoping to help a few people and at the same time create occasions for young people in Viet Nam to experience the happiness of giving.
That is why I could not post the work I did on social media, not like I could tell about my "night flights". Whenever you called me and got a busy signal, that meant I was outside of the area of service of Viet Nam, in another country. I'm sorry but I couldn't tell you where I was. Now that it is over, I can finally tell you the story.
Please enjoy the first story as told by my cousin, whom I dragged along to Campuchia with me.
I totally did not plan on going to Campuchia. However, my post-Tết celebration plans fell apart, plus an incident in my life upset me quite a bit. So, I accepted my cousin Thông's invitation to accompany him to Campuchia, though I had turned him down before, not having any interest in his "Cambodian trips." Surprisingly, he did not give up and kept inviting, and since I was feeling down, I decided to go with him. Very simple, if he invited me for a mission trip, I would have plenty of work to occupy me so I can forget things I was trying to forget. It would be wonderful if we also went to see Angkor Wat, but it would be alright too if we did not, he did not invite me to be a tourist. It was all my guessing anyway, he never told me what the trip was about when he invited me to go to Cambodia with him.