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We’re getting ready for another services, another long flight, another stressful time in preparing and coordinating schedules. Another this, another that, another… (pause) Life can get noisy. This current reality of mine demands time and attention but...

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I’m reflecting about our previous journey. I know the dusty roads, the serene country landscape and the busy city life well. And yet each trip brings new discoveries in reflection, amazement and humility. Every GCP volunteer goes through a similar p...

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S21 Genocide Museum I’ve been here over ten times and each time, an eerie uneasiness forms knots in my stomach, giving me goose bumps as the ghosts of the victims call out to me. I am standing on the very spot where thousands of people were tortured and...

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I find myself on this yellow dusty, rocky road again. Our tuk tuks weave around the potholes as we trek across the serene, mountainous country side. I don’t know what I’m looking for, but something feels different this year. Less students greet us as ...

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I’m deep in sleep. My daily mid afternoon nap. I drift in and out of sleep. I feel my daughter, Sarinah, hand caressing my face. And for a moment I thought I heard our oldest, Savannah. I awake to the sound of laughter and play. I peek out of my hammock...

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Today we are planning to take our students on a field trip to Siem Reap. We can’t take everyone but it’s hard to decide whom to take. The ones who clinch to our volunteers and assert themselves are asked. It’s comfortable and understandable that our...

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Liakia is a student who I’ve watch grow in the past 5 yrs. She greeted us when we arrived and then disappeared. When I asked about her, students responded that she’s working. I didn’t know what that meant. Today we trek up the mountain country side ...

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It was a frustrating day of miscommunication and cultural mis-interpretation. I asked Rachana to accompany me to drop off these 5 girls. Every night, after class, they cling to me and we ride about ½ mile along the main road where they stop and tell me ...

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Conflicted It’s been a uniquely different feel to this year’s trip. I’m conflicted as I learn more about our students’ personal and family lives. I find myself at an impasse. Wanting to know more, to do more and wanting to remain oblivious to prot...

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