It was another bright, dry, day - racing against all pressing time, in Siem Reap Cambodia. Honey Khor and I had mini-baguettes (containing something vaguely meaty) under our respective belts, and quickly hailed another battered Cambodian auto-rickshaw.
It was a long dusty road, made longer by the auto-rickshaw driver’s uncertainly of our destination – a school donated by a Japanese business man. Accompanying us on the journey was one large box and two middle sizes bags. The mysterious box and weighty baggage contained yellow school bags, clothes, colouring books, colouring pencils, pencil boxes, and stationary for forty schoolchildren to use. The yellow bags replaced tattered plastic bags, and the clothes replaced the over-washed yet still stained clothes, representing the children’s everyday wear.
The children’s smiles sparkled at Honey as she sparkled back. It was a radiance of sheer joy. Those forty children were the lucky ones - sponsored by the loving kindness of people and families back in Malaysia. Honey would soon have to start all over again – raising awareness and sponsorship, as those things can only last so long. With her enthusiastic wave Honey was off again in a cloud of dust. She headed back for yet another important meeting.
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