Sihanoukville, a town on Cambodia’s southern coast, is a place that is sysnonomous with back packers partying on the beach late into the night. So when someone just asked me what I had done the last couple days in the town, I didn’t really know where to start. I hadn’t been to the Angkor Beer factory, I hadn’t rented a scooter and explored the surrounding area or met my soul mate on the beach at 4am, all I had done was buy some rice. 200kg of rice.
The day before we bought the rice, someone who I am proud to call a friend, Zane from Georgia (how ’bout them dogs!), had bought a wheelchair for a man with no legs that was begging on the side of the street. Then Zane wheeled his new friend 4km back to his slum and asked what else he may be able to do to help Dr. Leewood and his family. They suggested rice so they would be able to eat through the rainy season. It seemed like a reasonable request so with the guidance of some locals, a group of 5 of us made it to a market where we could buy 50kg bags of rice.
It was the best feeling I have had in a long time, and I am going to consciously try to do more good things for those who are less fortunate. Who knows what the next random act of kindness will be, but if anyone has suggestions – send them my way. =)