A month later

So I pretty much gave up on Facebook after going to Cambodia. Does that make me better than you? Yes. Is that my point? No.

We didn’t look at Facebook for 2 weeks and didn’t miss anything. So I deleted the app and have spent less than 10 minutes on it for the past month. I feel a little out of the loop: I don’t know whose kids are the smartest ever, who had the most incredible family vacation during spring trip, or whose life couldn’t possibly get worse because for sheesh sake McDonald’s screws up their drive through order every. single. time.

Anywho it’s been really tough to process our time in Cambodia. Next time Stacy and I go on a trip we’re going to schedule in at least a day of decompression time. Within an hour we went from eye care for girls who were sex slaves days prior to sitting on a plane with hundreds of our closest friends. Not exactly an ideal situation for discussing such things.

The other weird thing? I haven’t broken down. Like crying so hard I’m sure CSF is coming out my nose. Sometimes it makes me wonder if there’s something <else> wrong with me. However I’ve come to realize it ain’t about me. Duh! I’m not getting raped, beaten, and held against my will. If we went to a karaoke bar to get a feel for the true Svay Pak and looked into those eyes, I’m sure I’d still be having nightmares. The girls we encountered have hope. In this life and the next.

Stacy and I had the honor of giving a report this past Sunday in church.

We showed this video:

I had a few people ask me why I didn’t let Stacy talk. Uh…I’m not interested in becoming a eunuch anytime soon. When I told her she was talking, she let me know what she thought of that idea. So apparently she just stood there looking beautiful…and sobbing. I say apparently because I wasn’t about to look at her and test out that CSF leakage hypothesis in front of 300 people.

People told us how moving the presentation was and I truly appreciated that………………..but I fear we’re here (myself included):

Start at 1:00 if you have really bad ADHD.

Paul Rusesabagina: How can they not intervene when they witness such atrocities?
Jack: I think if people see this footage they’ll say, “oh my God that’s horrible,” and then go on eating their dinners.