Today consisted of going to the museum where the Khmer Rouge executed its people, going to the Russian market, getting our nails/hair done at a safe house of sorts, helping and playing with the kids at "Kids Club," and eating at our translator and her missionary family's home. The thing that literally killed me today though was outside the museum a crippled man and a man with a destroyed face kept asking for money. I decided not give anything but what gnawed at me was that he stood outside my window tapping and tapping. At that point I wasn't supposed to give him anything or he might storm the bus. So i just tried to ignore him. Now I can't get him out of my mind. It's like he's torturing me and I feel so guilty...
The amazing part of the day was the kids. It's like they changed everything (well for me at least). As we were walking down the muddy alley to "Kids Club" this little boy ran all the way down, grabbed my hand and walked us there. My heart soared. I fell in love with him instantly. And then later a small girl wouldn't leave my side because all she wanted me to do was throw her into the air or hold her. Man was she a ball of energy! The girls at the nail and hair salon were great but they were very hard to communicate with. They didn't know much English. But the great thing was we could always smile and laugh and that was enough. What a blessing they were.
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