Phary and I went out to visit the families in the salt fields today to deliver all the goodies. The photos of the kids we printed out from our last trip were a huge hit. They loved them. And they were all thrilled with the backpacks…they put them on immediately. Phary explained to them what all the stuff was. (There were liquid bubbles, matchbox cars, colored pencils and crayons, activity books and construction paper, barrettes, hair scrunchies, toothbrushes and beach ball globes for them to blow up.)
We lined them up for Julie's photo, each holding a paper with different letter printed out to spell "THANK YOU MHS"…it may be a little scrambled but the nurses can figure it out! The little ones kept running around, then they kept the letters, clutching each one…incredible…a million great photos. They said, "when you come back next year, bring more photos."
We had to leave them to go to the rural health clinic in Kampong Trach to deliver the few medical supplies that we had gathered. I had tears in my eyes all the way there. This has been a very emotional time…in a good way.
We arrived at the clinic and because it's Sunday, they called the doctor to come in. He was the same doctor we met back in April who spoke with Julie. He was thrilled at what we brought. He examined every item, his assistant got me a chair, brought out a fan and cut open a coconut for both me and Phary. They were deeply appreciative. They showed me around the hospital and I got some good photos. Same sad stories, different patients.
This is a very brief account of my day. I guess words don't really describe it…like nothing I have ever experienced.