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  • When I was a freshman in college, my mom let me go on a trip to Vietnam, and told me she would pay for the entire thing, if I only one thing there. And she wanted me to visit a Vietnamese orphanage in Vietnam. And, I was like "Yeah, sure, sure no big deal", um, but I was so nervous to go to an orphanage because 1. I've never been to an orphanage before, um, and I was afraid of the conditions I would see the children in, and I would be very sad, because I guess a vacation you're supposed to indulge yourself in food and fun and I was just gonna go to a depressing place where children are sad. Um, but, you know I called my aunt when I got to Vietnam, and I told her that I had to go to an orphanage, and she planned it out all for me. She called the orphanage and told them that we were coming, got us a van to drive out there, because it was probably an hour and a half drive out in the country. The road system's not as it is here, um what would take 30 minutes here, would take probably an hour and thirty minutes in Vietnam. So, my aunt and I got into a van, and we drove an hour and a half out to the country to the orphanage. And they basically already knew we were coming, but, um, when we pulled up to the orphanage, it was, it was very a very small building, um there was a group of children waiting for us and waving at us, um, they had so much, the first thing I noticed was they had so much life in them. Everyone was smiling and waving, and I was really excited, like any nerves that I had, it all went away, right when I saw those children. And when we got out of the car, they all ran up to us, and they, and they were just asking me my name and just wondering where I came from. They could tell that I wasn't, um, I didn't come from Vietnam. They were like, you know, just grabbing things, and we actually brought them treats. And so, when we walked inside the orphanage, there was kind of a concrete platform, where they played between two buildings. And we sat down there and passed out all the treats, and what was amazing was I would, I would see so many children get candy, um, for someone else before they got it for themselves. Grab a bag, throw it over to their friend. And um, I didn't realize, you know, they look out for each other, they're there for each other. And they taught me songs, that they learned in school, and showed me around where there beds were, and I was absolutely amazed by the situation that they were in. Um, they had so much love for each other, and so much love was coming from their caretakers. Their caretakers were like their parents, you know, and we were, just, experiencing a little bit of this. And, I mean I know it wasn't always going to be easy for them, and, but I could feel that they were in it together, and I felt so, at that moment, you know, when I pulled up to the orphanage, I felt like everything lifted away and when I came and experienced everything that they went through, I felt very apart of them. These were my people, and all I wanted to do was help. That is basically, you know, what I, one of my goals, like wanna give back. And, um, maybe one day I will, but this experience was something that could have never have experienced here, and I'm so glad that my mom forced me to do that.
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