Cambodia, my heart weeps for you
Does poverty have limit? I was already shocked by the poverty I saw in Phnom Penh, but when I went to the outskirts of the capital to visit families in a resettlement area, my jaw dropped...
Then we came by the door of an elder couples, the wife (64 yrs. old) kept asking us for porridge. Her two sons already died. My heart sank for her...
After seeing the poverty and injustice we continued on with the bloodiest page in the history...
We went to see a documentary about the Khmer Rouge. That was followed by visiting the prison that during 1975-79 some 20,000 people were sent there but only half a dozen came out alive, and we finished by visiting the killing field.
The other people were forced to work as farmers. Children as young as 4 had to work. Under overworking, malnutrition and diseases, many died. Statistic says that two to four millions people died during Pol Pot's Khmer Rouge regime.
The second thought is what if what if what if... What if America did not drop bombs to Cambodia and killed half million people, then Khmer Rouge would not have gained its ground so fast. What if Pol Pot were not raised the same way he was, or if he met someone who provided positive guidance then he would not have turned to such an evil, what if what if what if.
'What if' doesn't mean anything to something in the past, but maybe we can think about making a better decision and performing a better act in every step of our life, and bring about the better 'what if' of humankind's future.