After 16 hours of plane, 3 hours of layover, 2 hours of
buses, we arrived in Accra, the capital city of Ghana. On the 8th,
we met up with all nearly 30 of the potential ministry leaders and moved into
our "hotel." (I learned very fast that you can call any building with multiple
rooms, a hotel). Next day, my logistics partner, Andy, and I spent 8 hours in
the African heat (35 C) trying to figure out visas for the next countries, what
would have taken 3-4 hours tops back home. It seems no one knows where anything
is. On the 10th, my team and I left the "hotel" at 7am to get to the
bus station that is maybe 30 km away. With the traffic and the road conditions,
it took us nearly 1.5 hours. Then after a 15-hour bus ride (thank God for a/c!)
that zigzagged West then East, with several pit stops that looked like refugee
camps, we arrived in northern Ghana, a small city called Navrongo. There at
2am, we were met by our host Pastor Emanuel and his French wife, Maryanne.
Initially, some of the girls thought Northern Ghana would be
slightly cooler. Surprise! Northern Ghana's day time temperature = 42 C. Night
time= 32 C!! Hurray for heat!! I'm trying to convince myself that I'm in a
sauna, and normally you'd have to pay lots of money for a sauna. I fully expect
to ruin 80% of my clothes and other belongings this month alone.
As far
as I can tell, Evangelism is top on our priority this month. Through 1-1
speaking, preaching, music and drama, sharing the Gospel is our main job
description. Please pray for open hearts and minds. The people of Ghana are
amazingly hospitable and loving despite how much or little they have. I've
already fallen in love with the children.
INTERNET IN GHANA IS VERY VERY SLOW.... AND SPARSE.. :( THE LAST TWO BLOGS TOOK 30 MINS JUST TO UPLOAD!
Did you hear about the soccer game between Bangkok and
Phuket? It was a "Thai" game!
It's been somewhat tough posting a lot of blogs, b/c in a
sense, there wasn't THAT much to write home about. Our team taught English in
the mornings to 5 students, then to two classes in the evening. I was in charge
of one of the evening classes along with Brad. At first, we had 6 people signed
up from a local moped shop. The first day, only 2 showed up-one salesman Anan,
and his female friend, Yim. I believe this was God's doing. Having 6 people
with 6 diff levels would make it harder to teach. Plus, it became 2 on 2 rather
than 2 on 6 when we got to share personal stories and testimonies. We got to
share bible stories, about Jesus, and on our last night, they let me pray for
them. They were very receptive, and I believe that we have planted a seed in
their hearts.
On one weekend, we got to visit a wedding in a Lahu village,
one of the hill tribe villages in Northern Thailand.
We shared one large room between all the guys and girls plus
a few others, ate local foods, which I loved (do I ever not love food?), played
games and sang songs with the local children, prayed over them, and observed a
traditional Lahu wedding presided by a Korean minister who spoke perfect Thai.
They also had slaughtered a cow and two pigs for the wedding meals, which I
opted out to witness. I did, however, try the raw pork meat dish. Now, I've
been told that raw pork meat = death, but I figured it's as fresh as it would
ever be, and the locals eat it, so how bad could it be? We eat sushi, don't we?
I didn't hate it, but it's not something I'd go to a restaurant, just so I
could order it.
After two weeks of speaking in ways Thai people understand
better, my English has gone from an 8/10 to 6/10. I mumble, I can't speak
gooder than last times, and say things like "Thank you God for letting us do
Engrish teachings."
1. Canadian Men's and Women's Hockey teams! 2010 Gold Medal winners!! Sa-weet! I missed every single game, but oh well! Got to see a few clips from the Gold medal game, so I'm happy!
2. Jon & Judy's baby, Jayden!! (born back in December, I'm a little late)
3. Happy birthday to Gibby!! Who just may be my fav person in the world right now. :D You've been my teacher, ear, shoulder, partner, wingman, et la femme canadienne tres magnifique! (j'adore francais terrible)
(insert image of your fav person here)
4. Happy belated to Maryanne (feb 13), Yvonne (15), Justander (15), Weston (17), ABS (18), Vince Man (22), and Fox (29)!!
5. And I'm sure I won't get a chance to in Africa, so.. Happy Early birthday Velxie (Mar 5), Courtney S (6), Jess Sit (7), Asako (11), Cmak (ides of March), Mich (21)!!
Only 4 more days in Thailand, then we're off to Africa!!
The following blog is from Dan Snyder, one of the amazing men at training camp, who helped our squad prepare for the World Race. This is nothing short of a miracle.
They met for the first time in the Atlanta, Georgia airport back in May 2009. Matt Patch, Austin Anglea and Dan Snyder:
instant brothers with much in common. After training camp the three of
them had dreams and visions of the Lord using them together. Even
though they'd talked about it with each other, none really knew what it
could possibly look like.
In November 2009, Matt, Dan and Austin were baptized together in the
Jordan River by their brother, Aaron Bruner. As they prepared for the
baptisms, they reminisced about the dreams and visions the Lord had
given them and how He was going to use the three of them in His Kingdom
to do huge things (read Aaron's blog about it here).
It's now Feb. 26, 2010, and the three have gathered in Jinja, Uganda.
Austin was in town purchasing bus tickets for his team as Dan and Matt
took a boda boda, or a motorcycle taxi, into town to do some work on
the Internet.
Little did they know that God was about to use these three transformed
men--one a former teacher/coach, another a former realtor, and the
other a former cop--in a mighty way. Just one to three years ago they
were living for themselves, living the American Dream, the party life.
Today they were living for the Kingdom.
As Matt and Dan rode towards the town of Jinja on the back of the boda
bodas, they saw a man surrounded by a group of people, laying on the
ground to the left of the road. As the bodas slowed, the man, who was
covered in blood, came to his feet. He'd obviously been hit by a car or
thrown off of a boda, but seemed OK. The drivers kept moving.
As the boda bodas came around a slight bend in the road, Matt and Dan
noticed a motorcycle laying there. Its pieces were strewn across the
road. As the bodas slowed, a young girl of about 7 years old came into
view. She was wearing a pink dress and her face and arms were covered
in blood, but she at least was standing.
But just past her, a group of about 15 people were surrounding
something else on the road. The boda bodas stopped in front of the
group and a small boy, also about 7 years old, came into view. His body
was laying in the middle of the road.
He was lifeless. "He's dead," they thought. A man shaked the boy, trying to bring him back to life, but he lay limp.
Dan and Matt pushed through the crowd to get to the boy who had a four
inch bleeding bulge on his forehead. His mouth and ear was spilling
blood. Matt prayed as Dan looked around for a ride to get the boy to the hospital.
It was then that Austin arrived on another boda boda that was coming
from the other direction. Austin jumped off of the motorcycle and
immediately ran to the boy. "The kid's dead," Dan told him. Dan told Austin that someone in the crowd was willing to take the boy
to the hospital. The two of them and another man carried the lifeless
boy's body to the car.
"Do you feel a pulse or see him breathing?" Dan asked Austin. Austin stopped his prayer mid-sentence, looked up, and simply responded, "No." As they lay the boy in the backseat of the car, Austin pulled his
sweatshirt off and put it under the boy's head. As he did this, the
boy's chest started to rise and fall.
He was breathing.
The prayers for the boy continued as Dan, Matt and Austin climbed back
on boda bodas. Matt and Dan rode to the hospital to pray over the boy
again. The doctor on duty said the hospital didn't have the necessary
medicine to stop the bleeding and swelling in the boy's head.
Matt and Dan decided they'd have to buy the medicine. They ran across
the street and bought some, ran back, and gave it to the doctor. They prayed again.
Meanwhile, Austin hopped back on his boda boda along with the boy's
friend and the driver on a mission to find the boy's parents. They
drove along back roads, through clothes hanging on lines, and finally
arrived in the boy's village. His parents weren't home, but they
managed to find neighbors who agreed to tell the boy's parents about
the emergency.
A few hours later, Dan and Matt were at the hospital again to pray for
the boy once more. They found him, his mother, and his close family
friend there. They were told the boy, Trevor, and his sister, Precious,
were both hit by a boda boda. And they both survived.
The family is Christian and the family friend who was there is a
pastor. Dan and Matt explained what had happened, that Trevor hadn't
been breathing when they'd first arrived, but that his breathing came
back after they started praying for him.
As they prayed for him again, Trevor began to move his fingers and his
eyes started to flutter. His mother, Sarah, thanked God and thanked
them for praying for her son.
They promised to keep Trevor and Precious in their prayers, and walked
away knowing they'd experienced the miraculous ability of the Lord and
prayer.
Austin:
I remember becoming irritated as it was taking a ridiculous amount of
time to buy the tickets for the team. But it was no accident for it was
the Lord delaying me for what was soon to happen! After my time spent
in town I headed back on the motorcycle taxi. I looked ahead and saw a
crowd of people and as soon as we pulled up close I saw Dan in the
middle taking charge of the situation, and by the look on his face I
knew something was wrong. I tapped my driver and told him to stop, I
needed off! I remember seeing the boy laying in the middle of the road
saturated in blood, Dan looked at me and said, "he's dead." Going up
to the boy he was lifeless, as his eyes were open but glazed over, he
surely looked dead. There was a man there trying to massage his chest
trying to get his heart working. Not knowing what else to do, I put a
hand on the boy and began to pray in the Spirit as Dan figured out a
car to put the kid in.......we carried Trevor to the car while all
three of us continued to pray and then the car pulled off to take the
boy to the hospital. As quick as that, it was done.....riding back home
on the taxi after we went and told the people in the boy's village, I
began to cry thinking about the whole situation, but then I began to
think how God aligned the three of us in order to be there for that
boy, and I began to rejoice! God has a plan for that boy and he wanted
him to live, and how grateful the three of us are to be a part of what
God wanted done that day.
Matt:
Once we pulled up I was scared, shocked, and felt useless. I was
looking at a lifeless child. A million things started to create a wall
in my mind. Then God busted through all of the feelings and said, "hold
on, I'm bigger than that... pray." So, I did. I walked away from today
realizing that being in God's will is just that... being. I can't do
anything. However, in Christ I can do everything. All I have to do is
"be". Did I raise the dead today? No. I witnessed the beautiful gift of
life that was being stolen given back. Glory be to God. How wonderful
and amazing He is to let us be a part of His plan, His miracles... His
son Trevor's life.
Dan:
once we pulled up and i saw trevor i thought without a doubt that
he was dead...just the way he was laying on the pavement, i could
tell. as i got closer and saw his forehead, the blood coming from his
ear and mouth and his half opened, glazed over eyes...i just knew he
was dead. in retrospect though, i have no idea if he was dead. to be
honest, i thought about praying but quickly replaced that thought with,
"i've gotta get him to the hospital" and started working to find a
driver to get him there. i looked over at matty and saw him praying on
the side of the road...and then out of nowhere austy showed up...to
think of all the different variables that went into the three of us
being there at that exact moment...it's unbelievable. anyways, i
didn't think about praying again until i heard austin praying as we
carried trevor to the car. i immediately started praying and a few
seconds later, after all three of us were praying, trevor started
breathing. i didn't realize it as it was happening but god put the
three of us in this situation for a purpose...he had aligned it...it
blows my mind...three different guys...all doing different things
amongst the chaos to help this boy...trusting our god...praying with
all that we had...and trevor lived. i know we didn't act any
differently then most people would've but the lord put the three of us
there for a purpose...to experience his miracles and the indescribable
power of prayer...and trevor lived...that's the kind of god i am
willing to give my life to.
*As of 2/27, Trevor is still alive but they doctors are concerned
about the trauma to his head, please keep him in your prayers*
*thanks to Marissa Villa for typing the details of this story*
When I was little my mom gave away my puppy an uncle gave me. At the time, we were living in an appartment, and didn't know how to take care of a puppy. We didn't want it to poo/pee everywhere, so at night times, we kept it in the bathroom, with the lights off to save electricity. It would bark all night. One day when I came home from school, my puppy was gone. My mom had taken the puppy to her grandmother's, which was more than an hour away by train. I was devastated, and cried forever. I think from that point on, I started to take care of things. Without realizing, I started to do things for people, or try to take care of those I loved, in fear that they'll leave me or that I'll lose them otherwise. I was afraid of abandonment.
I didn't have a very long childhood. I grew up too fast. My father never commented on good things I did, but if I were to do something not so good, I'd hear criticism. I craved approval. One way was by growing up fast. I got many comments from adults like, "oh, he's so mature," "he's like an old man/scholar," or "he's so grown up." I learned how to behave like an adult very quickly, especially around adults. I believe I did this to hear approval from an adult, b/c I wasn't getting it from my dad. I never got a full childhood. Becuase of this, I act like a 12 yr old a lot of times. I'm still trying to have a childhood, despite being in the late 20's.
With the halfway point of the World Race just around the corner, you can't help but reflect back on the first half. (I remember reading the Leaf's mid-season "report cards" the Toronto Sun would publish. Most players would get C's and D's, where Mats Sundin would always have an A.)
Month 1- Guatemala: bio-sand water filters, mal-nourished babies, construction.
Month 2 - Nicaragua: orphanage.
Month 3 - Thailand: land clearing, school visits.
Month 4 - Cambodia: office admin.
Month 5 - Thailand: teach english.
While these are all nice things, a large part of us feel like we're missing out on bigger things. All of us want to see and do more. We want to see people healed, lives changed, individuals come to Christ, even see dead raised. WE WANT TO PERFORM AND WITNESS MIRACLES. We want stories that will make you go, "ARE YOU KIDDING ME??" Results that are tangible, and not just "we made someone feel good for 2-3 weeks." All of our ministry and Godly transformations have been for the most part, inward. Our team has grown to love each other dearly, and have amazing respect for one another. We've grown spiritually and personally in leaps and bounds. And for that we PRAISE OUR GOD.
We've had different teams on our squad share such stories. A lady who needed a cane to walk a few minutes before having to stop to rest, can now walk all the way to the church without a cane. A very old man with little years left in his life, asking to hear more about God so that he may receive salvation. Chronic stomanch pains, gone. If I had a better memory, I could share more what my squad shared in our last debrief.
It's as if I were playing right field, and all the hits were going to either left or centre fields. The other outfielders are making spectacular diving catches, throwing out runners, hitting home runs and stealing bases. All I'm doing is laying a sac bunt, or taking a walk. At the end of the day, however, my team wins. Am I okay for my team to have an amazing game and have us win as a team than have me make awesome plays? Even if on the World Race I do not personally witness miracles, will I still choose to serve God?
The creator of the universe, the God of the miracles in the Bible and life alike, will choose to do what He chooses to. All I can do is do the little things that have been asked of me, and pray for opportunities to be used in His Glory. We pray for God to use us, but in the meanwhile, we need to be patient. We don't need to see miracles for us to love God, but we do desire more.
My team arrived in Chiang Rai, Thailand (noted A on map), a 10.5 hr bus ride from Bangkok. We are staying here for 3 weeks for ministry at a local church before flying to Africa for the 3rd leg of the World Race!
From what we know of, we will be working with the pastor at the church to teach english, run various programs, and visit schools to perform skits, sing songs, etc. It kind of reminds me of what Manistry was back in December, minus the construction and tent camping and playing soccer. We've also been tentatively invited to some pretty cool things like a wedding in a hill tribe village, visiting an elephant farm, and a waterfall among others. There is also a night market every night that probably has knockoffs and cheap food, which I'm sure my team and I will frequent during our stay here.
I want to wish everyone back home a happy belated Valentine's day! I had the privilege and honour of taking out the two non-married girls on my team, Nicole and Jess, for a day out in Bangkok. I have to admit, we had a blast!! I love these girls, but in a World Race way, of course! ;) And don't remind me to not tell you about how I did not drop my pants in the biggest and busiest mall in Bangkok for a photo op. :D haha
I also want to re-dedicate myself into blogging more frequently, even if it's a short blog for a quick update. A lof of people have invested their time, money and prayers into me and the World Race. When one makes an investment in a stock, they would want to know how their stock was doing. They'd follow the financial news, the stock reports, etc. This is no different. I am your investment. I owe it to my investors how their stock is doing! :) Thankfully, we have wifi available here, so I don't have an excuse!
Speaking of blogs, Weston Belkot, one time team leader, and now one of our 3 new squad leaders, has won blogger of the month for our squad!! If you thought my blogs were great, you should check out his! He also makes fun videos. :)
...you pay in $USD and get your change back in Riel
...people drive cars and ride motobikes they way they line
up-crowd up, inch forward, creating space and a massive jam all at once
...traffic laws are only strong suggestions
...you have to look left, then right, then left, right again, maybe once more to the left, just to cross half the street
...a child says he wants to be a cop because it's an easy job
...if you talk to one tuk tuk or motobike driver for more than
12 seconds, 3+ more will join to figure out where you're trying to go
...when said drivers give each other directions by drawing an
invisible map on the ground with their feet
...your motobike driver will bring you fine to your
destination, but when you want to go back, the same driver will not know how
to, and ask for directions
...a map to a motobike driver is as helpful as a typewriter to
a fish
...a motobike helmet doubles as a welding helmet and triples
as a drink holder
...a can of coke costs 50¢ but a diet coke costs $1
...a third of the women wear PJ's everywhere
>>>>>>>>>>>>
After 18 hours of bus and vans with questionable a/c, our
squad is in Hua Hin, in Southern Thailand for a week of much needed debrief.
We'll be joined by our amazing coaches Ms. Patti and Mike. I'm looking forward to our time with them!! :) These individuals work tirelessly for our squad. I'm sure they're jetlagged to the maximus each time they visit us, but they never show it.
Our team will be headed back to Chiang Rai in Northern
Thailand for month #5. One more team will be in Thailand, three teams will be
headed to Vietnam, and two will return to Cambodia.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>
I celebrated my birthday in Asia for the first time in 20
years. While 14.5 hours of it was travelling on a bus, my super teammates made
sure that it would be a special day. They
made it the best birthday ever! I felt like I was on the amazing race,
having to complete (pretty outrageous) tasks to receive various gifts. Some
tasks were cute, some were embarrassing, but some were flat out enjoyable! ;)
Thanks REV217!! And thank you to everyone for their birthday wishes!! Forever
27, woot!! :D haha
Friday was my last day that I got to see Touch. In between
sleeping in by an hour(!!!), applying for Viet visas for Team 180, fixing one last
broken table at Destiny Rescue, greeting Team 180 to their hostel and taking
them to lunch at the mall, going back to Destiny Rescue to finish fixing the
table, saying ‘good-byes' to the men at Destiny Rescue, going to pick up Jess
to take her for Visa photos, only to find out on arrival that I don't need to
anymore, going back to the Vietnam embassy to pick up the passports, and moving
my bed back upstairs at my ministry contact's house, replacing a broken plug
head, installing a hook for hanging a mosquito net, I got to visit my Cambodian
barber, one last time.
One thing I didn't mention in the last blog was that one time
when we were talking, a beggar came to me asking in Khmer for some money. Touch
immediately told me "nevermind" then got up. I thought he was going to ask the
beggar to leave, but instead, retrieved his own money and gave it to the
beggar. A man who has very little to live on, chose to give up some of it to
help someone else in need, and so that I wouldn't be bothered!
Before going to see him, I prepared a small note for
him. I wrote that God will take care of him and his future, if you trust and follow
God, quoting Jeremiah 29:11. I couldn't afford much, but I also included a $10
bill in the note.
He was wearing a nice pair of jeans, and a styling dress
shirt-a visible upgrade from his normal cheap dress pants and loud dress shirt. He had dressed up for our final day. While he finished with his customer, God put it in my heart
to pray for him. I wanted to pray to God for him. But usually when I think of
praying for a non-Christian, I get really nervous, and most of the times, I
back out. This time, it never occurred to me that it might be awkward. I was at
complete peace.
We talked for about an hour, random things really. He also
asked me to tell my team how he'll always have us in his head, heart and eyes.
Before it was time to go, I gave him the note, and asked if it was okay for me
to pray for him to my God. He agreed.
After a sad good-bye, we waved until we were out of sight, as I rode off on the
back of a motobike. Earlier tonight, he sent me a text:
>>>
Hi will. Thank you so much for meeting of last day and you
had bought a water melon for me it's a very sweet one .
I had read your latter and i saw the money 10 dollar thank
you very much every day i didn't pay for anything who was not important . I
want to saved some moneys in order to buy a new big dictionary becaused my small old one didn't have a lot of
difficultied words. So i can completed my wish by your money thank ! And when i
read your latter i felt that my tear want to dropped you are very good .
You always gave the strength of my mind friendly with me
bought everything for me i always felt so happy when you came to see me every
day . Today i think i couldn't sleep when i closed my eye i saw you in and i
felt so lonely because i couldn't see you mored . But nevermind i had your
address ,i shall be write to you i hope my latter will be in your hand .
Take care brother g ood luck . Goodbye.
<<<
I want to thank everyone who encouraged me, supported me,
and prayed for my final time with Touch. My only regret is that I never got to
bring him a Khmer-English bible! But it is my prayer that he will seek one, and
by God, he will receive one, the way Brother Yun (aka the Heavenly Man) did!!
I hope that my last few blogs doesn't make it seem like all I'm doing in Cambodia is feeling depressed about the situations here, past and present, and wondering what I'm actually doing on the race. All of us have been working hard, and while I've been busy with logistics, I do have this to share.
We have been fully submerged in ministry--Brad replicated children's story books in Khmer (Cambodian
language) using tech/computer skills, Erika interviewed children after children
with love and joy, Jessica's been snapping amazing photos and creating promotional
pamphlets and videos, and Nicole's been creating beautiful crafts and jewelry
for supporters--for the most part, I have been a busy bee preparing visas,
transportation and the squad debrief in Thailand next week.
Because of that, I've felt that I was missing out on "ministry."
Two weeks before, I had just shared how ministry isn't just our work in an
existing ministry, then going home at the end of the day. Then I went to get a
haircut.
Meet Touch (yes, it's not pronounced the way we read it. It's more like tush, but not like "he's got a cute tush"). He's a barber who was
thrilled to have an English-speaking customer for the first time when I showed
up. He was grinning ear to ear while cutting my hair using manual clippers and
baby powder in his run-down barbershop, because he got to practice his speaking
with me. I saw it as an opportunity not to convert, but to minister to. I told
him that I'd come see him every day so that he can practice speaking English.
The first day I wrote him a simple letter about who I was, where
I'm from, and things I like. I asked him to write one back, and I would help
correct for spelling and grammar.
He wrote me a two-pager, which he took 4
hours to write. His letter is typed word for word at the end of this blog.
After a few days, I felt that he was young, but very
sincere. After 3 days of going to seeing him, he invited me to come over to his
home to meet his family. There, I showed him pictures from the race, and he
shared his family photos. I met his mother, one of his sisters (he has 7
siblings), her children, and various neighbours who peeked to see why there
were tourists in a poor village. (Thanks Jess for coming with me!)
He then asked me if I had anything to share. From our
previous conversation he knew that I was a Christian, and we are here to help
people in need. He even pointed to a church that a friend goes to, but he's
never gone, since he works every day, including Sunday.
I took a breath, but with genuine love I told him that God
will take care of us, if we follow him. I told him that God wants you to obey
his commands and love him and trust him, because he loves us. God has a plan
for all of us, including Touch. I told him that if he wants to find out more,
he can ask me questions.
I can't say that this is what will bring him to Christ. But
this is the first time I genuinely wanted to share the Gospel with someone, and
without someone telling me I should, or because sharing the Gospel with the
locals is part of our ministry schedule this month.
Tomorrow is probably the last time I will see him. We
exchanged mailing addresses so that I can write him once I'm home. I asked for
his permission in sharing his picture and letter with my friends. Oh, for a haircut and a full shave including nose-hair trim, he charges $0.75. He only wanted 50 cents from me, but I gave him a dollar.
I ask that you take the time, even for a minute, just to
pray for a seed to be planted, his heart to be moved, and the desire to know
God personally enters his thoughts. Thank you.
Hello,
My name Touch I am 22
years old. I was born at the borderland between Cambodia and Thailand when
Cambodia was wared in 1975 to 1979. Do you know will? My family will goes to
live at THE U.S.A during only once month more by the UnitEDNATION that time
might be in 1992. But when the wared end in 1993 Cambodia government call for all
the Cambodian people in Thailand must be came back to Cambodia. So my parents moved to Phompenh City as yet. I
am very sorry to came a way from the special occation. But it's only in the
past I think we should to think about the Present. Nowadays my family is very
Poor buy it's a general story for some of the familys in Cambodia.
In one
day I saw some foreigners walked before my hairdressing, that is your team but
I am afraid to speak to you all. But do you know? I'm very liked the foreigners
when I see them everywhere in Cambodia. And I really wanted to help them all
the thing if I can. One day one great day for me when I am sitting in my
hairdressing I saw you with your friend finded the Tuk Tuk soon after I had
spoken English with you. I feel so very pleased to help you, especially I had
cut your hair and thank you very much for most prices. I just know your thing
when I see your letter but you had told me already but that time I can know a
little bit because you speaked fast. Sorry. And I really like your work. It's a
good heart of you all that is my favourite to I'm very want to join with you
all but knowledge is weak I study Khmer only seven grades because I'm poor
don't have much money for study.
I but
nowadays I am trying to study English every evening by myself at home but
before I start I used to study at school may be two years and from that time to
Presenly may be four years. But I think I can't because I have no much time as
you see that. I am a simple barber that start work from the morning to the
evening non stop for a little money to complete the lack in my family. But I
have one dream also someday in the future I shall be complete my wish I want to
make the normally interpreter in order to help all the foreigners like your
groups.
Oh!
Speaking about the sport I like football like watching and Playing but do you
know there are two sports I like. One is motorcycle and race car but these two
sport I only to watch don't play. I like to travel too especially to the
Uropean but I don't know someday. And I like to watch movies like Hollywood or
case history especially cartoon movies. And at the end I hope that you will be
understand my letters and hope you won't be forget me when you go back home and
when you want to visiting Cambodia again you can call my phone number ### ###
### or address hourse number ###A Trie distric Streng meanchey Phompenh
Cambodia. Please help to correct me
My team arrived in Chiang Rai, Thailand (noted A on map), a 10.5 hr bus ride from Bangkok. We are staying here for 3 weeks for ministry at a local church before flying to Africa for the 3rd leg of the World Race!
I want to wish everyone back home a happy belated Valentine's day! I had the privilege and honour of taking out the two non-married girls on my team, Nicole and Jess, for a day out in Bangkok. I have to admit, we had a blast!! I love these girls, but in a World Race way, of course! ;) And don't remind me to not tell you about how I did not drop my pants in the biggest and busiest mall in Bangkok for a photo op. :D haha
Meet Touch (yes, it's not pronounced the way we read it. It's more like tush, but not like "he's got a cute tush"). He's a barber who was
thrilled to have an English-speaking customer for the first time when I showed
up. He was grinning ear to ear while cutting my hair using manual clippers and
baby powder in his run-down barbershop, because he got to practice his speaking
with me. I saw it as an opportunity not to convert, but to minister to. I told
him that I'd come see him every day so that he can practice speaking English.
