Lone Star Cambodians

Let's add this to the list of the things I never thought I would be doing in Texas: Spending time with local Cambodian community.  As peculiar as it may sound, this was our family activity for much of late last year. 

It was a surprising, interesting, and amazing experience. 
The venture began when my husband was given an assignment in his anthropology class to immerse himself in a "cross cultural situation".  Our first stop was Sunday service at a Cambodian Baptist church in Fort Worth.  Admittedly, the initial decision to select this particular place was made for sheer convenience.  However, after our first visit we knew that, all convenience aside, we made the best choice.  I have NEVER, repeat NEVER, felt so welcome anywhere.  The people I met were the most friendly, kind, and genuinely sincere people I have ever encountered. Their stories were incredible. Most had fled Cambodia from the Khmer Rouge; the pastor had been shot 36 times, the assistant pastor was severely beaten and left for dead after being forced to witness the murders of both his parents (at the age of 9).  It was humbling to be surrounded by people who have truly overcome horrendous circumstances.  It added a new level of perspective to any petty, minor inconveniences which may cripple me, no matter how briefly.  And their gracious generosity showed me a new example of how to treat others. 

We also spent time at the Buddhist temple, which is actually very close to our home.  Again, we experienced the same welcoming, generous spirit.  We made fast friends who told us about themselves as we observed traditional dance and Khmer language classes.  It saddens me that our schedules have changed and we are no longer able to spend the time with these new friends as we once did.  But, the experience was unforgettable and I hope we'll be back to both places soon.

Thank you Texas.