Next year will mark 30 years since I first arrived in Vietnam in 1989 and where I embarked on what was to be a most incredible journey in my life.
Little did I know upon arriving in Saigon with just several hundred dollars in my pocket what lay ahead of me, after all I was merely, and many said quite foolishly at the time, following a reoccurring dream that compelled me to go to this post war-torn ravished country. At this time I had no NGO experience, what I did have however was real life firsthand experience of what it was like to be a child living in extreme poverty and on the streets, and what it felt like to be marginalised and isolated by my society and denied even my most basic human rights. Then, I needed just one person, one kind person that could make a difference to me and my younger siblings. Eventually, I was to become that one person that I had wished for so long ago.
I have been blessed that my own children made the decision to work alongside me over the years, and they have unselfishly given most of their adulthood to service others, and I remain very proud of what we have achieved as a family.