Rid Me Of Myself
It’s my first day on the field at New Hope For Orphans in Kampung Cham, Cambodia.
As I am sitting on a tiled bench anchored in the dirt, chickens nibbling around my feet, and sweat already forming on my back at a ripe 6:30AM — as unknown sounds of foreign animals vie for my attention and smoky aromas fill my lungs, my mind can’t help but recognize how there is absolutely nothing comfortable about this scene. There is nothing comfortable about taking a bucket shower without opening my mouth. There is nothing comfortable about cocooning my sleeping pad in a...