Grandma Choun Kim is the oldest woman in Andong Thmey community. She is ninety- four years old. She had four daughters. She lived with second daughter in Andong Thmey village, Sangkat Korkroka, Khan Prek Pnov, Phnom Penh. But now, she cannot anything because she had blood pressure and cripple. Grandma only slept in the bed outside her house. Her daughter used the old blankets hung around the sleeping bed instead of curtain to protect the sun heat. Grandma Choun Kim lived through Khmer regime. She lived with her serious life by Pol Pot forced her to work over the time and over her power until she was a cripple then Pol Pot forced her and threatened her to kill in the field by using the reason why she cannot work and be lazy, but she had no enough food to support her life. She got cripple for three years during Pol Pot regime because she worked over power and time every day. After that she was better until she was nine two years old. Grandma Choun Kim got serious sickness till the present. Her daughter is housewife and staying at home to look after her mother. Her husband is motor driver he earned around 20 000 riels per day he need to spend much for his family such as foods, water, electricity, sending children to school and medicine for grandma every day.
Grandma Choun Kim has blood pressure and she is paralyzed and laying in bed for many years. She sleeps in the bed under the balcony in front of house where the sun heats in the day time. Grandma Choun Kim can eat some food and drinks. She takes blood pressure medicine and calcium medicine to support her health every day.
100 Friends Support
Grandma Choun Kim is really happy and excited that she got offering stuff such as fan, sleeping mat, mosquito net, clothing and her life feels better . Grandma Choun Kim smiled and said in the soft voice that “ I am really happy and excited. Thank you so much to all donors who feel kind to offer stuff and provided the medicine to support her life. I wish all the best”.
MEDICOLAT 20 mg (Medicine for blood pressure)
Grandma takes the blood pressure medicine everyday.
Hoang Quyet Tam was born in Thanh Hoa Province. He is a military veteran and served in the army from 1970 to 1978 in the B war zone from Quang Tri to Tay Ninh Provinces, one of the most heavily bombed areas. When he returned from war, he worked as a driver, but unfortunately his legs got weaker and he became fully paralyzed about 10 years ago. His wife is also a military veteran, and they got married but did not have children. It was not until he got a health check up that he was found to be affected by Agent Orange dioxin. Both of them are now unable to work due to their deteriorating health condition, so they live on a government subsidy that provides 3 million VND per month ($128 USD). Hello Mr. MARC GOLD, I am Hoang Quyet Tam, I have received your precious help. I am very happy and grateful, please let me call you a kind-hearted friend. I asked Ms. Ngo Thuy Hanh to send you the photos of my wife and me and a thank you letter, I wish you good health and success! Sincerely, Hoang Quyet Tam
Hoang Quyet Tam was born in Thanh Hoa Province. He is a military veteran and served in the army from 1970 to 1978 in the B war zone from Quang Tri to Tay Ninh Provinces, one of the most heavily bombed areas. When he returned from war, he worked as a driver, but unfortunately his legs got weaker and he became fully paralyzed about 10 years ago.
His wife is also a military veteran, and they got married but did not have children. It was not until he got a health check up that he was found to be affected by Agent Orange dioxin. Both of them are now unable to work due to their deteriorating health condition, so they live on a government subsidy that provides 3 million VND per month ($128 USD).
If they were healthy, that money would be enough for them to survive, but Tam has to spend most of the money on his medical costs, including medicinefor stomach and back pain and treatment for his high blood pressure and liver problems. Recently there were many family events that require money, including funerals and weddings, and he shared that he often struggled financially.Tam’s friends have tried to help him because they feel sorry for him. They were able to give him a wheelchair before, but it broke.Today he is so happy to receive a good wheelchair. He thinks that it is very strong, and it will replace his legs to make him mobile again and help him to not to drag on the floor any more. Thank you so much for your kindness and big heart that has helped this man so much, wheelchair sponsor!
It is so nice of you, Marc. Actually I was very moved when I met and talked with Hoang Quyet Tam, I did not have much money but anytime traveling and meeting with poor or disabled people, I always give them 200,000 VND, I also did it with Uncle Tam after our conversation, he did wear a very old and torn shirt, I wished that he could be somewhere in Hanoi so that I could give him some shirts sometimes as we did receive secondhand clothes often from experts who leave Vietnam for their home country.
If you would like to send money to him, I have his address and phone number, I can transfer to him through post office which is the closest to his house so his wife can receive it.
I could not know how to express my feelings at the moment but I am very grateful to your big heart, Marc!
Wishing you a good health to do a good job to help people in need all around the world!
Thank you for sending me more information about Hoang Quyet Tam. I would like to send 3,000,000 VND to Hoang Quyet Tam and his wife ($128 USD).
If this seems excessive or inappropriate in any way, please let me know but I assume that this is okay.
Let me know and then I will send these funds to the HSCV address in Minnesota. Then you can transfer these donation to him through the post office which is the closest to his house so his wife can receive it.
Marc Gold travels Asia paying it forward through little acts of kindness
'Shoestring philanthropist' Gold pairs tiny but powerful donations with acts of kindness
Marc Gold, a retired college professor from San Francisco, poses in a Bangkok slum with some of the Muslim Thai children whose education he helps to sponsor. ‘I thought you had to be rich to do such things,’ he says of his charitable giving, then ‘I realized I had the power to help change people’s lives.’
He slogs muddy dirt tracks to far-flung Tibetan villages, scouts garbage heaps teeming with destitute scavengers in Indonesia, and legs it around slums in India.
Everywhere he goes, Gold performs acts of kindness, both random and preplanned. He hands out soccer balls and art supplies to children at a Tibetan orphanage. He helps an elderly scavenger in Sulawesi, Indonesia, open a small grocery store. He buys a year's supply of rice for battered women at a shelter in Jaipur, India.
He rarely spends more than a few hundred dollars. "For people who live on a dollar or less a day, $50 can make a big difference," says Gold, who has been dubbed "the shoestring philanthropist."
As little as $10, he adds, can get a poor child into school. "Imagine saving a woman's life for a dollar, the price of a candy bar [in the US]," he says.
He may have done that in 1989. While visiting Darjeeling in the Indian Himalayas as a tourist, he befriended a young Tibetan refugee and his wife, who kept nursing her ears. Gold, who trained as a psychiatrist, thought she could have a serious ear infection. He found her a doctor and paid for antibiotics, which cost $1. Another $30 got her a hearing aid. She squealed with delight at being able to hear again.
That led to an epiphany. "I'd thought you had to be rich to do such things," he recalls. "I realized I had the power to help change people's lives."
Back home, he asked a hundred friends for small donations and was soon back in India with $2,200. He then set up a nonprofit charity and called it 100 Friends.
Two decades later, 100 Friends has some 4,000 members worldwide, and last year Gold raised $200,000. He continues fundraising via his portable office: a laptop, a digital camera, and a cellphone.
"This is 80 percent of what I own," Gold says during a stopover in Bangkok, pointing at two duffel bags stuffed with his clothes, dog-eared paperbacks, and his large collection of wacky rubber masks.The latter he uses for clowning around with children from Tibet to Thailand. "I don't need much, and I'm free."
A divorcee with two adult sons, Gold took early retirement in 2003 and began devoting himself full time to his mission.
"He focuses on the bang for the buck," says Shon Pistoll, a musician from Philadelphia who accompanied the itinerant philanthropist on his recent six-week trip to India, Gold's 13th visit there. "A donation goes straight from his hand to the hands of people who need it most."
Gold once put a 50 cent piece to good use. It was from a fifth-grader in Los Angeles, who gave Gold his lunch money. He took the coin to Kabul, Afghanistan, where he spent it on a pair of flip-flips for a street child he saw walking around barefoot. The most he's ever spent was also in Afghanistan: $20,000 to build a school in the war-torn country.
He's also built schools in Ethiopia, Cambodia, and Burma (Myanmar). He's helped stock libraries in Vietnam, India, Tibet, and Indonesia. He bought warm blankets for orphans in Malawi in Africa and paid for 500 wheelchairs for disabled people in Vietnam. In Cambodia, he sent a young land-mine victim to vocational training so he wouldn't end up as a beggar. In Nepal, he sponsors 150 young girls, at the price of one goat each, to keep them from being hired out into bonded slavery by their parents.
"Marc has saved me and my family," says Lhamo, a young Tibetan woman who first met Gold near her hometown in China's vast hinterland. "If not for him, I would have spent my whole life [in poverty] on a farm."
Instead, Lhamo has completed a two-year college program in China. Next September she will continue her studies on a scholarship in California. Her younger brother is in school, too. "Marc encourages me to study hard. He's been like a father to me," Lhamo says.
"I want to enable people to support themselves," Gold says.
His help comes with a string attached.
"I have this principle that people have to pay me back – by helping others, by paying it forward," he says.
A man in Calcutta, whose broken-down rickshaw Gold repaired, now takes nuns from Mother Teresa's local mission on their charity rounds free of charge. A fisherman in Banda Aceh, Indonesia, whose boat Gold restored after the devastating Indian Ocean tsunami in December 2004, gives away some of his catch to poor families.
"Marc told me not to try and save the world," says Dwight Turner, a teacher from Atlanta who was inspired by Gold's work and now runs his own volunteer project for children in Bangkok slums. "He said, 'Help the people you can.' "
ON AN EARLY MONDAY MORNING in April, in a Kathmandu valley suburb, a dozen young men dressed in green gym shorts and jerseys are sweating through the last round of sit-ups. The branding on their backs—“Royal Gurkhas Training Centre”—is all that sets them apart from countless morning workouts around the globe. Their goal is to compete against approximately 10,000 other Nepalese men for just around 250 openings in the British Army’s Gurkha units, a tradition with a 200-year history.
“Most of them are from poor families; they come from villages,” says Urgendra Lama, a teacher at Lotus Training Institute, a popular Gurkha training center in Pokhara, central Nepal. Lama teaches the boys English, math, and interview skills, all part of the British Army’s annual selection process.
Others are following in the footsteps of their fathers and grandfathers, and those Gurkhas before them who have served in nearly every British war over the past two centuries.
When Britain’s East India Company and Nepal’s army fought over territory in 1815, the Europeans were so impressed with the courage and discipline displayed by the men of the Himalayas, they began to recruit the so-called “martial race,” a colonial designation for ethnicities with warrior-like qualities. To this day, the Brigade of Gurkhas—a collective reference that encompasses various Gurkha-staffed units—has the legendary reputation in the U.K. of being elite fighters, and is bestowed with the highest prestige in Nepali society.
There are currently 2,900 Gurkhas in the British military, but at one point, during World War II, there were 120,000. Those who survived Burmese jungles, European winters, and African deserts to return home, found themselves in a bureaucratic battle with a British Army that denied them equal pay and benefits.
Even today, thousands of elderly Gurkha veterans, and their families, depend on charity for basic needs, including pensions and healthcare.
IT TOOK A SEVEN-HOUR BUS journey, along winding roads from the capital city of Kathmandu, and a two-hour walk on dirt paths too small for a car, to reach Chandra Kumari’s village, perched on a picturesque hillside in the western Himalayas. Her husband, who had fought for the British in World War II, had died just over a month prior, so now the 93-year-old widow is one of thousands of beneficiaries of the Gurkha Welfare Trust, a British charity set up in 1969 to keep Gurkha veterans and their families from destitution.
Despite the distance, this house call was not terribly daunting for Dr. Sobi Maya Tamang, who is used to trekking for three days along cliffs in the eastern Himalayas to reach a patient. Tamang has been the Trust’s mobile doctor for seven years, visiting Gurkha veterans in some of the world’s most remote areas. That far in the mountains, a walk between one house and the next can take an entire day.
“That’s the life in the village,” says Tamang. “If you have to go to another relative’s house, or if you have to get to a certain place, you have no choice but to walk up and down the hill.” She, like other Nepalis, calls everything short of snow-capped peaks such as Mt. Everest “hills.”
Every three months, the Trust’s beneficiaries collect their pensions from a district office, which also requires days of walking, typically barefoot.
“Even if we give them slippers or shoes, they find it very difficult to wear,” Tamang says of the villagers. “They just carry the shoes and walk barefoot because all their life they have been walking barefoot. If I ask them why don’t they wear the shoes, they say, ‘It’s very uncomfortable for me.’”
The quarterly visits to the district office are also opportunities to report medical problems, and that’s one of the ways Tamang gets notified that she’s needed. Typically, anyone under 90 makes the trek themselves, and if they are too old, or not well, a family member might come in their stead, according to Tamang.
All things considered, Kumari’s village was not far from the town of Gorkha. With some help from neighbors, Tamang swiftly located her patient’s one-room house built from red clay and corrugated iron, and Kumari pulled out woven mats for seating on the cement porch. With neighbors and extended family watching, Tamang checked her patient’s pulse and blood pressure, and listened to the wheezing in her lungs. The woman confessed she didn’t know how to properly use an inhaler she’d been given, and Tamang patiently went through the steps.
In other house visits, the doctor would be welcomed into the home. But despite her hospitality, Kumari didn’t make such an offer.
“She is a Brahmin,” Tamang explains, referring to Kumari’s Hindu caste. Considering her culture and way of life, Tamang concluded the elderly woman likely didn’t want “beef-eaters” in her home, thereby risking bad luck. Dietary practices vary depending on region and culture, and some Brahmin and Hindus are vegetarian, and many don’t eat beef. Tamang, like many Nepalis, incorporates both Buddhist and Hindu practices into her daily life, and says she knew Kumari’s caste by seeing the patient’s name.
Despite being a tiny country of 29 million sandwiched between India and China, specifically the autonomous region of Tibet, Nepal is incredibly diverse. There are more than 100 ethnic groups or castes, as well as languages, in a country half the size, in terms of both population and land area, of the United Kingdom. Tamang regularly comes across patients in remote villages who speak one of over 100 dialects instead of the national Nepali language.
Regardless of this diversity, any Nepali serving in a foreign military or police force—including those in the U.K., India, and Singapore—is called a Gurkha. The Indian Army, which inherited ten Gurkha regiments when India gained independence in 1947, uses the spelling Gorkha. This is in reference to Gorkha, a populous district in the western Himalayas, and a place of significance in Nepal’s history.
NOT FAR FROM KUMARI’S VILLAGE is Gorkha Durbar, the hilltop palace of Prithvi Narayan Shah, the king who unified rival kingdoms into Nepal in the middle of the 18th century. The kingdom spread from Kashmir to east of Bhutan, and integrated many different peoples.
Gorkha Durbar is now under renovation, three years after a devastating earthquake killed 9,000 people and destroyed much of Nepal. It’s a rare stop for the nearly one million foreigners who visit Nepal each year, but remains a popular destination with domestic tourists, who revere their history.
This is, after all, where the legendary Gurkhas get their name. It was the army, known as the Gorkhali, of the king who ruled from Gorkha that clashed with the world’s largest empire in the Anglo-Nepalese War from 1814 to 1816. During the battle of Kalanga, in one of the numerous near-mythical stories that kicked off the centuries-long relationship between the two militaries, just 600 Gorkhali held a mountain against 4,000 well-armed British troops for a month. The war ended with the signing of the Treaty of Sugauli, which ceded some of Nepal’s territory to British India, and established the U.K.’s right to recruit the warriors who so impressed them in battle.
TAMANG, THE MOBILE DOCTOR, GREW up hearing her grandfather’s stories about World War II. While her childhood memories are fuzzy, certain details stuck in her mind: the 11 days her grandfather’s captured regiment starved, for example, leading some of the men to attempt to eat bird feces, or the time they needed to figure out which wild plants in the Burmese jungle were edible, by comparing them to vegetation in Nepal.
Tamang’s grandfather returned home a hero and, like so many others, found himself without an income or social safety net.
The Centre for Nepal Studies U.K. found that some 6,500 ex-Gurkha soldiers were not receiving pensions in 2013, and nearly 23,000 ex-Gurkha pensioners or their widows were receiving benefits significantly lower than their British counterparts. Until 1989, that difference was 1,000 percent and, in 2013, it was still 300 percent.
After much public pressure, including from Gurkha associations, celebrities, historians, and lawyers, the U.K. government has made a number of revisions to benefits policies and complicated pension schemes for Gurkhas over the past two decades. In 2007, a decision was made that any Gurkha entering the British Army will receive the same compensation as their British counterparts. In 2009, former Gurkhas received permission to settle in the U.K. The British government has said in public statements that its pension rates for ex-Gurkhas have kept up with standards of living in Nepal.
Despite the family history—and the ongoing battles by advocates for equal benefits and backdated compensation—Tamang’s father, brother, uncles and cousins also joined the British Gurkhas.
“Becoming a Gurkha and going abroad is an opportunity to earn more, to help the family,” Tamang explains. Once a boy is born, what he’ll hear from the family is “one day you’ll be a Gurkha,” she adds. “Even though they have the opportunity to get an education now, still that concept exists.”
Some Nepalese politicians have demanded an end to the recruitment practice, accusing the British and Indian militaries of mistreatment and discrimination. But if the 10,000 hopefuls preparing for this year’s Gurkha selection process all around Nepal are any indication, the tradition with its roots in the British Empire is not going anywhere anytime soon.