Hmmm, I just might vomit.

Today Leah and I went to a school to help students with their speeches.  They have competitions in which schools compete against one another. So, all day I sat down with a young boy by the name of Pae. He was so eager to learn! 

His desire to learn made it easy to teach him.  I went through his speech an uncountable amount of times today. 

The first time he went over it, he barely knew any of the

words.  Slowly, throughout the day, he kept memorizing and attempting to pronounce the words.  I had

to break down each part of the word for him.  I also taught him syllables.  I had him clap for each syllable of the word. That seemed to work best.  He was really good!  At the end of the day, he could read his entire speech without a

fault, and his pronunciations were great!!  He really had an impact on me.  I saw God in this child; his eagerness and

desire to learn really made me in awe of him. I felt

so privileged to help him.  I was blessed from this little man.

For lunch, Leah and I headed down the road with the head

teacher to find some fired rice.  As we sat and waited for our food I heard the loud shriek of a baby crying.  I couldn't help but look around, I kept wondering what was wrong with the baby!! It wasn't a normal cry, it was really loud, and it sounded like it was having a problem. Just over my left shoulder I saw what was causing the baby to cry!  I felt so bad for it...

It was in a homemade cradle, and the mother was too into the rocking.  The baby was not enjoying the normal smooth ride of cradle, but rather a feeling of being on a roller coaster!  As the baby swung back and forth, it nearly got launched into the air each time!  I thought the baby was going to fall out.  I felt for the poor child, because 

I knew if I were being rocked like that I would be crying, too!

Another interesting thing happened at lunch when I noticed what the girl next to me was eating.  I thought it looked normal, some kind of asian soup with noodles and meat. Well, the stuff that I thought was meat was actually hardened blood.  That's right:  blood!  Yeah, I thought I was going to vomit.  The hardest thing to do in that situation is not react.  My first reaction would be to scrunch up my nose and say "Oh my gosh, what are you, a freak?"  But, I know reacting this way would only be disrespectful to them.  So, I had to fight all my gut reactions and simply nod and smile.  Only Leah knew what I was thinking... I had to squeeze her leg under the table in order not to react.  Lesson learned? Don't ask people what they are eating, it could be something I don't want to hear.