“What's all relational endeavor”
Despite of existing troubles & social issues, global and local economics struggles; we see courage, grace, joy, love, peace, and prosperity! There is always endless ray of hope and solid reason to live!
1. Personal: I am Meangsophean Suon, “Meang” briefly schooled in a brutally war torn village of Trach, Krayea commune, Stoung District, Kampong Thom Province. A teacher of mine was injured and heavily bled as he was running toward a group of kids who were running around outside our ‘poor school’s classroom. He told them to stay flat on the ground when the fighting erupted but the kids were too terrified to take his words so he had to risk his life the young blood.
2. Developmental: At the age of 9, I left home: my parents, brothers, vegetable garden, chickens & pigs for a peaceful place – Buddhist temple about 10kms away from our village. Well, it’s not as peaceful as many thought. There’s no place that spared from fighting. A year later, I was ordained as Buddhist novice monk. I was the youngest, smallest and cutest among 50+ new monks – drew much attention and weird feelings from different people.
3. Struggle: My senior monk teacher had me & my uncles with him as he was invited to live in a much remote monastery near Preah Vihear province. I was his favorite among the 3 young monks from the same poor village. But of course, all of us were forced to leave the temple along with 17 other monks, and the whole commune of 7 villages. We’re made to walk quick and straight along the path. For safety, we obliged with much sorrow in our hearts. A few people step on landmines as they tried to escape and return home. Some escaped with no bruises. Fighting was along the way, powerful sound of fire arms, rockets landing so close our convoy. We went through thick jungles under heavy rain, thunder and then blue sky, deep & cold rivers, clear & calm streams then huge craters of US bombings which left from 1970s. After full day of walk, we arrived a tribal village whose dialect is not understood. We thought we’d be all died there. Arriving at an inhabited area about 8pm didn’t give us a feeling of joy or relief but deeper worries.
4. Survival: After becoming the MOST favorite & adorable little monk to the people in Preah Vihear province about 7 months, we were allowed to return to our original temple in Kampong Thom Province. Such opportunity was opened due to my grandfathers and father’s fearless effort in negotiating with some (military) officials for our return. They took big risk in going to meet us at unknown and war-raging place. Thankfully, they found me alive & chubby that’s very contradicted to hundreds other evictees who were died from malaria or severely got sick there. Among 24 people in our group who stayed in that particular temple, the one who’s spared from catching the virus was Meang – thank GOD!
5. Rebuilding: Well, I and everyone who knew me thought that I was the strongest boy that wasn’t sick of such decease but I was attacked by malaria when I got back to our home village. That’s so scary and my family was seriously concerned about me. At the age of 16, I moved to Phnom Penh. No family, no friends, no place to stay, but hard-headed me still pack my books and asked my another senior monk to bring/escort me there. Survival kits: eat whatever I have, study hard, make friends, gain self-confidence and go farther than I think I can be. After moving around a few Buddhist temples, encountered dozen of struggles, I didn’t lose hope in life and I was so fortunate to meet an Australian-British couple. We became friends; they helped, inspired and encouraged me with my studies & life challenges. Their small amount of investment in my life paid out so well. I wished I knew where Mr. Richard and Caroline H. Brown are now. I desire to thank them for providing me hope and strength when I had no one there to help me.
6. Philippines: I also wished to express my most sincerest gratitude to a few dozens of great people for supporting me when departed my little ward in Phnom Penh for my studies in Manila. My professors, friends and school’s staff were such a great instrument in shaping my life and making me grow. I owe you guys so much. “Thank you so much for taking good care of me when I was severely sick of Tuberculosis”. Dr. Chuck Quinley and his faculty members were so gracious and kind. Your kindness and compassion taught me to serve & love others with much depth and strength.
7. Family Factor: I come to realization that I cannot survive well and live a happy life without spending time taking good care of my family and close relatives. I had to return home for a few main reasons: my 2 adorable youngest brothers – Luch & Sampouv; my other younger brothers & sister; and my other cousins. I knew I had a calling to me a role model for my family & relatives, most important than that is providing them with education and fatherly care!
Business for Education
The idea is RAW. I own nothing, but I owe many things to others including you - dear readers. My intention in establishing this venture is not for riches, fame or farther fortune of this world but as an expression of my mission, passion and dedication toward my family & close relatives. So below are our happy & well-mannered recipients of YOUR strong confidence in MEANG;.
A. Rin Rotha: 19 years old, 12th grade student. A hard working boy whose father was a Khmer Rouge soldier. He was 3 when the former fighter left him, his baby sister and his mother for much painful and tearful war. And he didn’t return home but live happily somewhere else when the war was over.
B. Pha Phally: 19 years old, 12th grader. A sweet & obedient boy of many siblings. He’s a super strong boy even when his mother was dying of cancer in his arms. He closed her eyes and told everyone that she’s just left us. He’s not distracted any longer as we’re always at his side and supporting him.
C. Pha Vong: Younger brother of Phally. A boy of many scars. He’s working hard for his grade 11th this year and looking forward to finishing high school next year.
D. Chok Jess: A son of former Khmer Rouge soldier. He’s in grade 12th this year in the same school of Vong. The boy whose father was gone is doing well at school and dreaming to go to university next year. Who dares to help him and wish him well then.
E. Hel Chantha: My another cousin of former Khmer Rouge soldier & physician. He’s in town with us for his university. Despite of poverty, he is considered luckiest among my other cousins as he’s still have father & mother around him.
F. Suon Phors and Suon Kosol: my 2 younger brothers who are freshmen at a local university. I am so grateful for their hard work in helping managing/running our daily business operations.
G. Suon Davin: My father’s youngest brother – so my youngest uncle. Another freshman of the same university with Kosal.
Beside these 8 boys, through your patronage over 2 years, I also take care of school fees of my other 4 cousins, and we even extend our hands toward a few dozen kids in our home village as well. Real faces and further updates will follow before year end.
*** I'll post these 8 boys' photos ASAP. So please remind me in case I am too busy and delay in uploading them.. Thank you so much for your time in reading this long writing..
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