Gang Nam Severance Medical Service in Veitnam 4

Lea, on the other hand, was a girl, so I had nothing to give her. Honestly, I did not think I was going to give something during the trip. I really hoped that I had something, but hugging was the only thing I could give.
However, after our afternoon service, Lea came to me.
With one of her friend, assumed to be her boyfriend, with a half broken bike. And a fruit in her hand.

She came to me with a big happy smile and handed me the fruit.

The feeling I had was.... ineffable.

I still have the fruit, and I think it will never go away.



We came back to our "SPORT" hotel, and we shared some ideas and thoughts.
I was sad that the only thing I could give out was my watch which I did not intend to give it out.
So, I brought all the cookies that I bought from Korea to share with the kids tomorrow.

Same time, same breakfast, same uniform, we headed to our second destination.

It was less crowded than the day before, which meant that the village had better health service of their own. However, it was by no mean few people. There were at least 150 patients waiting for us. And I recognized there were much more younger people. I saw many teenagers who came here for their health. I saw several severely injured teenagers. I moved more busily. I wanted to be their friends. But at the same time, I did not want them to feel I was patronizing them.

I smiled first, and asked their name first. My Vietnamese improved little bit; sometime I somehow understood what they were telling me.

And more kids!
I was so happy.
Then, I gave out my cookie presents. It was small but they were my favorite cookies from Korea. I called kids by one at the time, and gave one bag of cookies.

They literally jumped across the whole field. They smile, and they brag about their cookies.
I knew and saw many children who liked cookies, but I never saw children who would get that excited for that amount of "cookies."
I know my cousin would not be that excited if I gave that cookie. I know he would just eat it because it is delicious. Also, I know he knows he could eat that cookie any time.

But for them, they might have been starving for days(seriously, I know several people who are on diet, and wasting their food because they are on diet. However, on the other parts of the world, that is even impossible to imagine).
They treated me as if I were a Santa Clause. They said thank you millions of time, eating or saving their cookies and bragging to their moms.


I wished I was that happy.
Then,
I realize that I was having the happiest time in my life in Vietnam.
I realize happiness do not come from any source of money, food, or clothes.

Vietnamese proved me it was obviously something else that created the most beautiful smiles.

So, I dare to promised the land that one day I will come back again.

May be not Vietnam, but a place where love is needed,
may be I could say....where I can find my happiness