Steung Meanchey... Feeding...

We got to work at Stung Meanchey again this time. If you recall, Stung Meanchey (post from last trip) was a landfill for several years and is one of the poorest communities in Phnom Penh. The people that live there rent shacks for $10 or $15 a month or rent houses with several other families for $50 a month. We first saw Stung Meanchey in January, but the conditions that these people live in never cease to amaze me. Most sleep on the floor, cook outside, and collect plastic in order to turn into the recycling plant in order to make a little scratch. 

Another major difference between our society and Stung Meanchey is the happiness of the people. Life is so much simpler at Stung Meanchey. Food, clothing, and shelter are their only worries. However, their lack of possessions brings about a deep sense of gratitude that we rarely experience in the States anymore. We were able to experience their appreciation one day when we gave them a small package that contained a toothbrush, toothpaste, soap, shampoo, and some food. Each little package costs about a dollar. We were able to make almost 400 packages this time and giving them out was a great experience. Luckily, our good friend, CK, lives at Stung Meanchey and helped organize the handing out of the goods. She had all the people line up in three lines as we handed out the packets. There was only a little pushing and pulling, a huge improvement from the chaos that ensued in January.

Although these packets would mean little to us, these people were thrilled to receive these small gifts. As happy as we are to give the bags of food, there is a sadness that follows. There will never be enough. This is just one day and there may be many more with no food for many of these people. But we have to know that we are doing what we can. But our hearts always want to do more. 

One of the most memorable monuments from this trip, was on the first day back to Steung Meanchey this trip, I reached down to pat the belly of a little girl, and her stomach was extended and hard. The realization that this 5 year old girl does not get enough to eat is heartbreaking. I don't think I will ever forget that moment, nor do I want to.

Photo by: Tammy Johnson