11 PM - Christal Earle’s Blog

Tons of smiling faces ran towards the van as we hopped out. Friendly smiles, giggles and laughs, and hugs were given to me by children I had never met in my entire life. I instantly fell in love with them -  before knowing their names, their stories, or anything about them, I knew I loved them and would never forget them.

No one could ever guess these beautiful kids had grown up in anything close to a harsh environment. They have so much to cope with and to deal with and they take it all with grace. Nothing in the world could wipe the smiles off their faces. A seventeen year old girl living at the home said something to me that is now etched in to my memory and will never be forgotten. As I left, she looked at me and said “I see your eyes, I see you, I see you are good heart.”

To be quite honest, I don’t know how this makes me feel; I feel honoured that such an amazingly strong young woman would have something so incredibly complimenting to say to me, but at the same time I feel unworthy. I see her, I see she is strong and very brave. She absolutely amazes me: her eyes tell such an incredible tale, and she seems to have a wise soul.

Although we don’t speak the same language, these children have taught me so much. They have taught me that hope is there - no matter how unreachable it may seem. They have taught me what strength really looks like, and - most importantly -  the people here have taught me compassion. I am so excited to keep learning from these amazing people, and to play with them, seeing the world through their eyes.

~Brittany, Hero Holiday Thailand Participant

Hey Everyone! We are here! After leaving Vancouver, flying to Shanghai, transferring to Bangkok, staying overnight, flying to Chiang Rai and driving an hour to Chiang Saen, we are finally here! And, we are excited to see what kind of adventures and incredible moments we are about to be a part of.
This week we will be working at the VCDF children’s home (www.yourbuddies.org), helping to construct a kitchen and build a recycle centre at a home that helps to take care of over 130 orphaned and rescued kids ages 1-16. It is a place of hope and we are so honored to be able to come and work alongside of them and learn about their lives.
Stay tuned for all the news on how our projects are going and all of our adventures as we work and experience this incredible area of Thailand called the “Golden Triangle”, where Thailand, Laos and Burma all converge together at one point along the Mekong River.
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I love hearing about what is being done in Canada for young women, and this idea totally gets my idea!

http://www.avivacommunityfund.org/ideas/acf2521

Check it out and if you like it, vote for it!

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Hello all! We are here, we are hot, we are working hard, and we are loving every minute of it! The children’s home is in need of our help on many different projects such as the new water tank facilities we are digging for their washrooms, the new floor on the clinic that has just been donated by an American friend of the foundation, and some clean ups, repairs, and other building projects.

Our Hero Holiday participants are making us proud and we are so honored to have them along with us! As one of the girls, Allie, said at our debriefing last night, “This trip is already changing my perspective, as I am realizing what heroes each one of these kids are in their own way.” Many of these kids have overcome extreme poverty, sexual exploitation, some have lived on the streets, many were abused, and yet they choose to love and trust again, and we are all in awe of the gift that each of them is to us and to the world.

We will be posting some photos within the next day and will have the participants posting their thoughts as well, so please stay tuned for more Thailand adventures!

It really is amazing how liberating it can be. Perhaps, it is actually even quite surprising. I guess I never really considered it this way until now, but there comes a time in everyone’s life when we need to own up to something: I am not a victim. I am not a victim of someone else’s thoughts, their actions, their words, or even of circumstances.

A victim is powerless: they are held captive by someone else’s actions and they cannot choose who they become. A victim bows to the circumstance and allows the situation to determine their actions and thoughts. A victim is reactionary, and not pro-active. A victim looks for someone else to blame and tries to avoid the truth: that perhaps I am in this place because of my own actions and I just need to man up and take responsibility.

The word victim suggests that it is more like a casualty. Like a natural disaster or predatorial action.  In moments like that, you don’t have time to choose who you become-you just go with gut instinct for survival. However, in most of my life, I have to learn to roll with the punches and not let my circumstances determine who I become.  “People are talking about me”. “I feel left out”. “I feel misunderstood”. “I have the urge to want to justify myself”. These are just perceptions - they are not necessarily the truth. The more I play into it, the more credit I give the situation and the more I allow it to determine who I am am rather than giving that power to the only person on earth who can really determine that: me.  And me is not a victim!

There is a little obscure verse in Isaiah 32:17 that says, “the fruit of rightness will be peace,  and its effects will be confidence forever.”This is true in life at every angle: why would we try to justify ourselves about anything if we feel the confidence that we made the right choice? What good does panicking at trying to win people’s approval do if we have the nagging feeling that we need to somehow justify something? There is so much to be said in admitting when we are wrong and realizing that we are ok with owning up to it.

Uncle Tom’s Cabin is a book that played a huge role in the end of slavery in the US in the mid-1860’s. It is a story about an amazing slave that everyone affectionately called “Uncle Tom”.  However, slavery to him was not what defined him: his faith and his dignity was what defined him. As a slave, he refused to consider himself a victim of injustice and cruelty, and instead decided to choose who he would be every day.  This is what I am choosing to do today. And this is what I will choose to do tomorrow. I will not allow anyone or anything else the privilege of detemining who I will become…that choice is mine alone.

In my mind, I can see the scene so clearly, it is as if it was unfolding in front of me…
The poor, abandoned boy meets the Genie that he thinks will give him everything he could possibly dream of: fame, fortune, the ability to wow the one he loves. As the Genie is attempting to convince the boy of his true abilities, in a moment of inspiration, he says, “It’s really like unbelievable cosmic power” (cue Genie growing to an exponential size of himself, and then shrinking back into the bottle he came out of) “In an itty-bitty living space!” Whenever I think of the potential of my life and the lives of every single person I meet, I often review this little cartoon segment in my head. This is what we are each capable of.
I am not talking about some magical or mythical moment where we take on extra-terrestrial powers; I am talking about choosing to live large when your world is small. Choosing to be more than is expected, choosing to do more than would have been sufficient, and choosing to love always-even when it seems outrageous and uncalled for.
What would my life look like if instead of choosing to prove myself, I chose to serve others? What would I look like if instead of needing to feel justified, I felt satisfied. What would I look like if instead of needing a title, I realized that what I really need is to be fulfilled with who I am and what I am doing.
We are that Genie, minus the bad pants (who, by the way, should be reported to the Fashion Police! Someone needs to tell that dude that a big belly and a vest with no tee is a definite fashion violation on so many levels!). We are each a powerhouse of amazing potential, even if it may not look like much right now. The only thing that stops us is us. What a crazy thought: I limit myself in so many ways, and the only way to unlock that potential is living a life that loves and inspires others to that same place.
I have been back in the schools this week with one of our road teams, and we are in Winnipeg, Manitoba. Today, as I watched my team members as they went through their day and reached out to about 1200 high school students, I was thinking about the Genie’s words and remembering that there is no kindness that is insignificant, there is no word of life and hope that is insignificant, and there is definitely no dream that is insignificant. As we wrapped up the last of the cables and were about to walk out the door, a girl from the school stopped me and said, “Thanks for coming to my school today. We normally only have people come here and tell us what not to do, and tell us what we do wrong, but you came and told us that we are valuable. You have given us something to aspire to.”
So now, a few hours later, I sit here at this laptop and realize that I can honestly say that I believe that every day is a gift, and every moment I choose to love, I choose to live out how significant and powerful my life really can be. Love is what gives us wings to believe in ourselves, and today, I got the chance to give that gift to someone else…and it felt great!

When we were in Thailand this past March, there was a little girl there who had the most amazing smile. In my heart, her name is Hla, which is Burmese for beautiful.  She was about 8 years old, and from Burma (Myanmar). Her parents had sold her to traffickers when she was very small to help pay for feeding the rest of the family, and she does not remember where they were from. When I inquired further, one of the staff at the home told me that they moved down to the capital city, Rangoon, shortly after selling her.

Hla is a testimony to the beauty and innocence of childhood. She has the greatest smile that makes her eyes shine and pulls on my heart every time I see it. She is incredibly smart, and knows a remarkable amount of English, considering it is just what she has picked up vicariously along the way.  Probably the most profound thing about her young life is that she willingly trusts adults that are in her life now. She allows them to hug her and will often reach out to hold one of their hands, despite the pain and abuse she has suffered at the hands of adults that have been in her life in the past.

I have been thinking about little Hla all week, as I anxiously watch the devastation of the Cyclone that hit Burma. This morning I woke up to the headlines that said that UN officials fear that there are more than 100,000 people dead as a result. As a result of what? Of a cyclone and tidal wave? No, they are dead as a result of an evil regime that refused to even warn the people that it was coming. They sat back in their wealth and comfort and literally ignored the impending doom that was about to strike their shores. As I look at pictures of the devastation,  my heart breaks. What can one person do in the face of such total destruction? The evil of poverty is that it always leaves it’s victims open to exploitation, danger, and to be victimized.

And the whole time,I think of little Hla’s face as she blurts out English words that she is proud to try out on me. I think of her little hand in mine and remember that her parents could possibly be trapped somewhere in that devastation - or worse- have lost their lives there. Hla believes in her heart that they will someday return for her. Amazing…the very people that through desperation or sheer ignorance, gave permission to people to exploit her and steal her innocence, are the same people that she longs to be reunited with. To her, they are worth trusting again and believing in.

In those piles of bodies that we see in the pictures and reports, there is more than just rotting flesh. There are letters that were never written, words that were never spoken, reconciliation that was never achieved, love that was never lived out, dreams that were cut short, and injustice that was never avenged. There are mothers and fathers, and sons and daughters that were separated forever and all because the force of nature combined with the selfish irrationality of humanity is a deadly cocktail.

Tonight, I will pray for Hla and for her long lost family.  In fact, I pray for all my Burmese family.  I can’t call myself a person of compassion if I don’t see their plight as my own. I believe that they need someone to believe in them and for them, and to take action because of what that compassion can produce.  I can do that. I can see them through the eyes of compassion and non-judgment.  Because I love their sons and daughters, they are my family too, and my mom once gave me wise words that I continually remind myself of all the time: “You can choose your friends, but you can’t choose your family”.

So, Burmese family, wherever you are tonight, I pray that you are safe, free from harm, and that you would go to bed in peace knowing that someone believes in you…I will be your voice, and my love will have action in all that it professes.

Finally, they had arrived…all 107 of them. We had waited all day to get to this point, and in typical style, they were 2 hours later than we had agreed upon! But, we reasoned with ourselves, the point was that they were here now!
It was the last day of our time with them, and the day before Good Friday. Our Hero Holiday team had spent the past hour hiding 1200 Easter eggs and about 150 marshmallow candies on a one acre piece of land that we were staying on. They hid them for the kids that were coming to say good-bye to us after spending 10 amazing days together. These children had impacted our lives in such an incredible and unique way that it was very difficult for us to quantify what it meant to each of us. They had taught us so much about courage, resilience, and hope- and they had taught us that you can trust again after incredible pain and tragedy. These children and their leaders had become some of our personal heroes.

When they came running down the steps to meet us on the cleared area, we were anxious as we saw the sun quickly fading and worried that we wouldn’t have enough time to finish our plans. As they sat in front of me and the translator, they were completely unaware of what I was going to tell them. For them, it was enough to be able to see us again and be together. The thought of what I was going to get to tell them even got me excited! I began to tell them about the tradition for Canadian children about hunting for hidden Easter eggs. I explained to them that this weekend, all over the world, millions of children would be doing this, and because we loved them so much, we wanted them to have the chance to do it first.
I explained to them where to look and showed them what the candy looked like, and as we handed out the little bags to collect the candies in, some of them started to quiver with excitement and anticipation! A couple of the little girls were holding and squeezing each other’s hands as they tried to contain their excitement. We counted together out loud to three, and then I yelled “Go!”.
It was mayhem! They squealed and laughed and shouted as they jumped over bushes, rolled on the grass, and dove under plants to find the candies they had been promised were there. I actually started to cry as I thought about how beautiful it was to hear them laugh and play like this, and how privileged we were to be able to do this for them.
As I was drinking in the scene of chaos and ecstatic joy, I was brought back to a little dose of bizarre reality: one of the staff at the hotel where we were doing this with the children, in an effort to try to give us some mood music and background cheering thought he would start up the giant, rusty sound system and blare the music at the maximum volume. A nice gesture…until I realized it was the Black Eyed Peas…singing ‘My Humps’!

So I am sitting here in the Hong Kong airport, looking out at the downtown, smoggy skyline, thanking the Lord for free wireless so I can Skype my husband back in Canada, and thinking about how the world of airports is a crazy reflection of the global village in which we live. I have had a Starbucks at every stop on my journey since leaving Toronto: Toronto, Edmonton, Vancouver, Hong Kong and later today in Bangkok. I have seen Burger King signs everywhere, and KFC abounds. I am looking out the window at the planes, trains, and automobiles, and giggling to myself about how this could literally be anywhere on earth and still look relatively familiar. How strange it is that for as many differences as we all have, there are so many things that we have in common.

Tonight I will get into Chiangsaen with my Hero Holiday group, and we will be spending the next 10 days working with kids that have been rescued out of slavery, sexual exploitation, and even warfare and violence. Their world consists of being thankful that they are safe and knowing that they are cared for. Some of them have faced unbelievable violence and pain: some have been repeatedly raped since they were young, some were beaten almost beyond recognition, and some come from so much hurt that is almost beyond my comprehension. Will we make a difference? I hope so…

What does it really mean to make a difference, anyways? Does it mean that people have to stop and take notice that something dramtic has happened, or is it as simple as kindness, affection, and security? We seem to always look for the big earth shattering moments that make us feel like we have contributed (or maybe I am the only person that wrestles with this) and yet it is often the simplest of kindnesses that can change a life and destiny. This is why I have never understood the concept of ‘racism’; because when all is stripped away, we truly still are of the human race, and therefore to hate our brother or sister is essentially to hate ourselves.

As I was standing in the foodcourt a few moments ago, I was thinking this. Liz, one of the girls with me, and I were ordering our food, and two American guys behind us started talking to us and asking us what we were doing in Hong Kong. As soon as we looked at them, we both got a weird vibe…what were they doing was more the question. I told them what we were on our way to Thailand to do, and they said they just came back from Bangkok, and were just there for a ‘good time’…a good time? At who’s expense? I stood there wrestling with myself: do I judge them at what I think they were there doing, or do I give them the benefit of the doubt and let it go. I let it go. I walked away and couldn’t decide whether I was at peace with myself in that moment or not. Where is the middle ground between the truth and the soap box that I am tempted to jump on and start screaming from?

I don’t know what those guys were doing in Bangkok- I mean I think I know, but I am pre-judging them by assuming anything. However, there is something to be said about the reality of how we are all connected. On the inside flap of Vaden’s book, we talk about how each one of the stories are really stories about our mothers and fathers, our sisters and brothers, and even our children. Every time someone hurts someone, they are in essence, hurting their own families. Every time a child or woman is exploited, it is like exploiting ourselves, as we are all connected. We are all of the same family line, and blood needs to be thicker than water.

So, again, I ask myself, ‘what does it mean to make a difference’? And today, I am realizing that every time I choose to honor someone about myself, every time I reach out in compassion wherever I am, every time I remind people about the eternal significance of their lives, I am making a difference. I am more than the sum of my feelings: I am a light that can shine brightly wherever I find myself…

“I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world.”

Mother Theresa

I am often asked for resources on where to find more info on how to get educated on what is happening in the world in regards to human trafficking and sexual slavery. Below is a list of some books and websites to get you started and inspired to make a difference!

WEBSITES:

www.thefuturegroup.com
www.crin.org
www.notforsalecampaign.org
www.ijm.org
www.vitalvoices.org
www.anti-trafficking.net
www.antislavery.org
www.trafficking.ca
The T.I.P. Report (trafficking in persons report)
www.stopthetraffik.org
www.amnesty.ca
www.ecpat.net

BOOKS:

Not for Sale by David Batstone
Disposable People by Kevin Bales
One:A Face Behind the Numbers by Vaden Earle
The Natashas by Victor Malarek

I would love to hear back from whomever reads this and would like to add to this list. The truth is anyone can educate themselves and begin to become an advocate and an activist for anti-trafficking; we just need to start somewhere.

We are their voice…