Disabled Kids

I was in Springvale today and I discovered something quite strange. There was this poster on the wall about a fundraising event for the disabled kids of Vietnam. The poster had quite graphic images of Vietnamese kids with deformities or severe conditions. Normally I’d be slightly grossed out by it or shocked but today when I saw the poster, I felt nothing but sadness.

Not for one second did I see it as gross. Not for one second was I taken aback. All that was running through my head was how I wish I could help those poor kids.

I guess ever since my friend went over to Asia to help kids such as those depicted in the poster, I have seen them in a new light. I mean, when I found out she was doing something like this, I wanted to get in on it; hence why we’re going at the end of 2012.

It’s not a feeling I can describe. It’s not as if I feel like I should be their father or older brother. I guess the feeling is best described as the urge to help these kids because I actually have the power to do so?

I was dying of thirst so I ran into this random bread shop and I found that they had this can that took coins for these kids in Vietnam. Immediately I fished around in my pockets for all the coins I could spare.

One day when I have money, I will definitely do my best or hell, I’ll go there myself and volunteer my medical skills because I’ll be a medical practitioner by then!