A few days ago I posted an update about our family adventures and included a few random photos / observations. Like every adventure should, I stated that we were seeking to go out of our ‘comfort zones’ both physically and mentally and to learn something new about ourselves and the world we live and work in. A pretty bold statement but also said with a bit of trepidation as I was about to take my young family as far off the beaten track as I have ever taken them before. When I published the post I used the tagline, ‘When do you know you have gone out of your comfort zone?‘
Well, I have definitely experienced it now! As part of our five day visit to Laos we were taken on a two day home-stay visit to a village three hours north of Luang Prabang on the Seuang River, in the Pak Xeng district. We had an amazing time meeting the rural people of Laos and learning about the three different tribes and their traditions. We visited a number of schools, taught plenty of songs and had some great discussions with the Laotian teachers*. We were kindly hosted by a family in the village, ate delicious food and were grateful for the wonderful hospitality and enthusiasm to welcome us into their community. On first meeting the village chief and the elders I did apologise in advance for the chaos and less than traditional behaviour that my family were likely to demonstrate. What I did not realise was that we would be spending two hours in the district hospital with our youngest son, Sam, that evening.
*More information in a post coming soon about opportunities to support and visit the schools and villages in Seuang River, Laos
Sam required two stitches on the back of his head after falling off a bench. We were miles away from any sort of hospital or clinic that you would expect in ‘our’ part of the world but had to make a decision, it was pretty deep. The two young Laotian nurses were just as nervous as we were, apparently Sam being the first foreign two-year old (even child) to have surgery in this district. The whole village were watching through the windows, my wife was holding Sam’s arms and I had him in a big bear hug. I had to close my eyes when they brought out the big needle and said they were going to give him a local anesthetic. With his tears and my sweat we were both saturated and exhausted after the ordeal.
It was totally right to trust the nurses, that is what they have been trained to do. They were nervous and slower than you would have hoped (nobody wants a two year old to endure pain) but they did a mighty fine job considering the circumstance and I am glad that they were there. This is what community partnerships is all about, learning from one another and having the confidence and trust to do so – it is and should be a mutually beneficial process. Just because people do things a bit differently or expectations don’t always seem to be up to ‘our’ standards it doesn’t mean we should take a superior approach and not fully engage. Nobody said it was easy either (you don’t have to cut your head open) – but that is why it is called ‘going out of your comfort zone.’
Sam is fine and we are now back in Thailand, stitches come out in a few more days time. His only complaint is that he has to swim in a shower cap until that happens – he will never live the photos down!