Friday, 02 September 2016 03:28

Dear everyone,

We have just finished the great month of August – the month the ancient Druids celebrated the feast of Mother Earth, and we celebrate Our Mother Mary, also Mother of the Earth, and all the living.  And we celebrate our children – our children living in the house with us, and of course the 3,000 children who live in their homes. We teach in our slum kindergartens throughout the city slums, and in a dozen of the construction site work camps scattered around Bangkok and the sea gypsy kids off the island in middle south Thailand on the Andaman sea – and our special Janusz Korczak school here in the Klong Toey slums,  - for ‘left over kids’ ...  

Gee, I do wish you could come to Bangkok and to our Mercy Centre and we would humbly ask permission from our kids – that you visit – because it is their home – their school – and they are always very gracious, and happy to ‘show off.’ 

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Saturday, 09 July 2016 03:21

Dear everyone,

Sorry : (L to R)   Liw, Bai Por, Chompoo and Bai Mon

 

Friday, 08 July 2016 10:43

Hi everybody 

You are family, so you get to share in the beauty and the warts and wrinkles.  Just like your own family, except ours might have a few more kids. But the sweetness and the bitter alike.  “The Bloom is off the rose.”  

This is a horror story, but not quite. In fact, it turned out good – with a party. 

Miss Chompo got sick again – violent convulsion/shock.  It happened once three years ago, when she was four years old, actually, when her mother was dying of aids, but we had forgotten. She has been a normal healthy 2rd grade school girl.  Plays with dolls, doesn’t like worms and creepy crawlies. 

 A story that should be told: The cast are seven year old Miss Chompo, the unwilling and unwitting heroine, and her three orphan mates who saved her life. 

Who was to think – that three orphans, 7 and 11 year olds, would save her life. 

She had stopped breathing and was turning that terrible death color.  No oxygen to the brain. 

A story that should be told; quick action of young children. We adults foolishly assume kids are not that smart. But they are, thus the cast, or the actors, are four.

Sunday evening last week, bed time at nine o’clock, because tomorrow is a school day, it began. 

She screamed – really a death scream – and oh dear, she vomited – like across the room – not normal, and went into total shock and lost allconsciousness, she went stiff, then floppy, like a rag doll. 

She had collapsed on the floor and her bed mates in the dorm dragged her - carried her best as they could to the infirmary 20 meters away. Laid her out on the floor, stuck a pillow under her head, Miss Bai Mon, the eldest, said go get the nurse... but 7 year old Liw saw she was turning that terrible death color. 

She grabbed the oxygen machine and dragging  it over to Miss Chompo,  plugging it in – turning the nobs and dials to ‘high – full bore’, pushing the  vomit aside,  out of her mouth, and sticking the oxygen in the sick girl’s mouth. 

By this time – literally in less than three minutes, all the 37 girls were there. Miss Bai Por was the one who ran to get the nurse, knocked on his door – got all the other girls to scream loudly, so he heard their shouts and screams. 

He came immediately, adjusted the oxygen, and phoned the driver to come immediately.  He did – it took about 5 minutes because his house is nearby in the slums.

By that time, they’d propped her up in a wheel chair, and got her connected to a portable oxygen tank, and she was getting a bit of color back, the terrible death color was going away, and all the time the three girls kept holding her, crying – talking to her. 

They thought it was food poisoning.  Spoiled noodles for lunch.  And it was the ‘duck’ noodles the girls really like, so they all ate lots. 

Now they know - it was much more serious. Brain scans said there is a calcium ‘spot’ in her brain.  But they are giving her medicine to dissolve it. 

Miss Chompo finally did open her eyes an hour later in the emergency room – a nurse said that the young girls should not be there... and the kids just glared at her – and didn’t move an inch.  No way would they leave their friend.  Today, days later, she is back in school, they tell us there will be complete recovery. 

Left to right: Liw, Bai Por, Chompoo, and Bai Mon.

So we carry on.  Someone recently gave us a bunch of fabulous Swiss chocolate candy, and this was the perfect occasion.  We had a small party last night after dinner.  Miss Chompo and her three mates were ‘the sponsors’ giving chocolate to all the other girls.  

Saturday, 04 June 2016 19:33

 

By Father Joe Maier

Published  Bangkok Post,  Sunday, Spectrum section, May 29, 2016.

Why tell this story? Why take the effort to try and remember an 18-year-old street kid who drowned in the Chao Phraya River, half snockered on drugs? So, even though dying and drowning were the last things from his mind, drown he did, die he did. And it was kind of his own fault.

What's that got to do with you or me?

Asleep, groggy, lying beside the river, the wash from a passing tug boat knocked him into the water. No problem so far; because he was the best swimmer in the bunch, the first to climb to the top of the bridge and dive the 20 metres into the river. The problem was, he cracked his skull really hard on an abutment and didn't make it back to the surface.

If these street kids were for sale, they'd be cheaper than a soi dog with mange. That sounds unkind, but it's true. Mostly, they hang out under the old Bangkok Memorial Bridge on the Bangkok side of the river.

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Tuesday, 24 May 2016 02:34

Dear everyone

There has been lots of international media coverage of the horrible fire in a dormitory in an all girls’ school the other night and rightly so. This is a top quality school founded to teach, especially, indigent Hill Tribe girls.   It was a horrible fire that should not have happened.  And like all these type of terrible accidents, the cause was a series of little mistakes turning into tragedy. The fire was in the Hill Country of North Thailand some 700 kilometers from Bangkok in a town called Chiang Rai, near the Laotian Border.  The seventeen fire victims were girls from age 5 to 12, and one teacher.

We here in Bangkok together with our own slum children are terribly saddened although we did not personally know any of the victims.  Nor are we connected with that particular school.  However, to show solidary our own 2,500 slum kindergarten children in each of our 24 schools and ten work camps will write a letter from their class to speak of sadness , but also hope for tomorrow and prayers for the children’s families.  We are not going to take up a collection, as that is not necessary, as many others are helping.

At the same time, this is a ‘wake-up’ call for safety for our own 24 shanty town old wooden school buildings.  We cannot make them fire-proof, nor more than we can make the whole slum fire proof,  but we can make them fire safe, meaning – IF there be a fire, our children will know what to do – they can easily escape, as has happened 3  times in the past 45 years.  We have never lost a child, nor has there even been an injury.   We are Blessed. 

We shall write to you again soon, but this is urgent, and I do want everyone to know about this fire.

 

Prayers as always - my respect to you all from me and our children.

 

Fr joe