In Between.

“and now

let the weak say I am strong

let the poor say I am rich”

Another year has passed and I am humbled once again. That’s a verse from a christian song, not exactly a believer but I became an emotional wreck when the girls sang this with smiles on their faces. My emotions were swallowing me whole; I felt happy and relieved that it was over, yet I felt immensely inadequate in front of those people, who honestly are just living each day as it comes but despite that are so rich in human spirit. The sisters and cambodians have really touched me. I guess I did bring along a medical team that to them was probably a world of a difference but honestly I’m really nothing. They have such great capacities to love, share and care, and to show grace and humility, that they literally put us to shame. This song’s been popping up in my head every now and then ever since I got back. Each time, my mind goes back to when they stood in front of us singing in english (again accommodating us), and how I was obliged to say something back on behalf of everyone but couldn’t because I had already cracked, and I would’ve just crumbled some more so…. but I wish I did now, because they’ve taught us so much more than we can ever teach them. I miss them so much. Ah well, I am back, albeit a slightly different person, at home sweet home where everything’s as it’s supposed to be (:

Time for follow-ups, handing over, and planning my next trip back in july to see shooting stars among other more important things (I haven’t mentioned that I managed to catch 1.5 shooting stars while laying on the basketball courts that night (: , and how I failed to think of a wish in time >:( )