Tuesday, 12 January 2016 05:55

Dear Everybody,

The first rhythmic sounds started around 7:30 last Friday morning. Ta dah dum! Ta dah dum! Ta dah dum! Ta dah dum! Dum! Dum! Dum! Gradually the beat of drums, tom-toms, and tambourines grew louder and louder.

Ceilings shook, walls vibrated, furniture trembled.

There’s an unwritten law regarding the nature of five- and six-year-old kids: If you give them a drum or any percussive instrument and ask them to play, they will  go wild.  And they will not stop until their instruments break or are taken away.

And just to prove this beautiful natural law, our entire Mercy Centre reverberated from building to building, wall to wall, floor to ceiling with the sounds of Children’s Day.

Children’s Day in Thailand always falls on a Saturday, but we celebrated a day early to accommodate the 2,500 students attending our 23 weekday kindergartens.

Of course, every day is Children’s Day in a kindergarten, but it is especially so when there is something extra special to celebrate. And Boy! Oh Boy! Our students got into the spirit of the moment, starting with a magnificent parade down the streets of their slum communities.

Kids marched, kids danced, kids beat their drums, kids shook their tambourines, kids waved placards, kids shouted out “WE ARE CHILDREN AND WE LOVE BEING CHILDREN.” Our children would have been happy to march for miles and miles. They would have been happy to march all day and all night, and start again the next morning.

But there was more fun to be had back in the playgrounds beside their schools, maybe even more fun than they've yet experienced in their young lives.  They were to engage in a monumental event. A contest of heroic proportions.



We divided all our students into two teams – the Orange and the Green – and let them duke it out in a rumble of games and contests of skill, ranging from three-legged races to tug-of-wars.  The teams had their own cheerleaders and percussionists, who, with epic volume and energy, encouraged their classmates to victory. Moms and dads and grandmas and granddads cheered from the sidelines. Between events, their children sat on their laps.

By the end of the day, every child came home with a well-earned medal. Every kid was a winner!

This Children’s Day was the 43rd we’ve celebrated in our kindergartens.  Some things - beautifully, blissfully, thankfully - never change. Children love beating on drums…and celebrating life.

Prayers,

Fr. Joe Maier

Tuesday, 12 January 2016 03:58

We wish to thank all our friends at Mercy Menorca (www.mercymenorca.org) for organizing a concert of classical music on our behalf.  The concert brought in much needed funding for our Mercy programs! Thank you!

Thursday, 24 December 2015 02:55

Sunday, 06 December 2015 03:40

By Fr. Joe Maier

She didn’t have a home.  Did once, but bolted when she was eleven, to save her own life. Ran like she’d never ran before.  Hid under a wrecked car.   Predator men are feral  and dangerous to 11 year olds. And her own drug mum had allowed this  predator into their shack.  He had the drugs and money and hiv-aids. And he soon destroyed mum. She abandoned her eleven year old daughter: made her an orphan.

She grew up a slum street girl – tough and without a mum.  Slept nightly on two chairs next to the old boxing ring under the expressway.  There was a guard – old man - usually asleep, but never the less, still a guard,  and she was safe. Her nick name was “Boxing Girl.”  A nickname much too common for her beauty.  She grew up.  Gave birth to a son. 

Read more...

Friday, 13 November 2015 03:53

Oraya Kedchaisri
When we first met a poor ten-year-old girl named Oraya, we didn’t know she was exceptional. She didn’t appear much different from the countless bedraggled street kids we meet every day. Oraya came from a broken home, and ended up in the care of an Aunt, a street food vendor, who could not afford to keep her niece in school. 

Oraya wanted nothing more than the chance to go to school, make friends, and play with other kids her age.

There’s nothing unusual about poor kids wanting to go to school. Pretty much all of them do.

We enrolled Oraya in our education sponsorship program so she could complete first grade, and hoped that, with tutoring and outreach at Mercy Centre, she would stay in school, maybe even thrive.

Read more...

Thursday, 12 November 2015 04:01


Please join us for a Gala Dinner
to celebrate the 88th birthday of
His Majesty The King of Thailand

Monday - December 7, 2015

Grand Hyatt Hotel
123 Collins Street
Melbourne

3 Course Dinner with beer, wines and soft drinks

Entertainment:
Khun Ging Muenpair
Khun Dew The Star 5
Melbourne Jazz Ensemble with guest vocalists

Auctions - prizes include:
Two return tickets to Thailand with Thai Airways
Two return tickets to Thailand with Singapore Airlines
Two return tickets to Thailand with Jet Star

Tickets - $110 per person
available from:
Dr. Simon            0402 288 229
Khun Boston       0413 367 909
Khun Dum           0425 848 302
Khun Amy           0416  845 070

All profits to be donated to TIWA and the Human Development Foundation-Mercy Centre in Klong Toey, Bangkok

Wednesday, 11 November 2015 04:43

A poor five-year-old Cambodian girl named Panda says in perfect Thai: “This morning I studied English. Now I am solving multiplication problems. I love coming to school! My teacher, Kru Rat, teaches me new things every day."


Welcome to our special school for children living in the Sukhumvit Soi 24 construction workers camp. While their parents are working in nearby construction sites, these children attend our humble, one-room school, on-site in the workers camp. Most of these children are Cambodian and lack the Thai identity papers required to attend regular public schools.


They  rarely leave the camp. But going to school opens up their eyes and takes them beyond their narrow universe. And it gives them the experience and joy of learning in a safe place where kids, no matter how poor or what their circumstance, can just be kids.


Their teacher, Kru Rat, has seen over one hundred children come and go during her three years at the school. She tells us, “My students are quick and clever learners. Like every child, they deserve the chance to go to school. Besides, living in a worker camp can be harsh and dangerous. When they can read, write, and understand the Thai language, they will be better able to look after and protect themselves.”

Currently we operate six construction camp schools throughout the city. Photos by Diane Durongpisitkul.

Monday, 26 October 2015 02:57

Way, way back, even before we opened our Mercy Centre, we had a dream for our children in the slums beside the slaughterhouse – a simple-but-profound dream shared by all the moms, dads, and community and religious leaders: we dreamed that we would send all our slaughterhouse children to school.

Sister Maria and I opened a school in a one-room shack beside an abandoned pigpen and began teaching the Catholic children how to read and write and recite their prayers.

Down the street, in a warren of alleyways, a preschool was also opened for the Buddhist children; and also the Imam opened a school in his home.

Nobody had any money back then.  We asked for one baht per day from the parents. Nothing more. But even one baht was too much for many, who had nothing, and so they contributed in kind, as they were able: a grizzled piece of chicken, a small pouch of sticky rice; anything would do. And every mom, dad, grandparent and guardian wanted to contribute.

Read more...

Monday, 12 October 2015 04:02

By Father Joe Maier

Published in the Bangkok Post, Sunday Spectrum, Oct. 11, 2015 

The "three grandmothers" is the most famous story in the old part of the slum known as the Klong Toey slaughterhouse. The kindergarten kids love the story and ask the teacher over and over to "tell us again" before their afternoon nap at school.

One of the teachers is the granddaughter of one of the notorious grandmothers. She’s the one who convinced Ms Joy’s mum to let her stay in school, and "was there" when Ms Joy needed to cut and sell her hair. But more on that later.

Read more...

Sunday, 09 August 2015 21:19

By Father Joe Maier, C.Ss.R.

The sacred tree is a mysterious thing to many, but not to a group of six- and seven-year-old orphans in Bangkok’s biggest slum 

Published in the Bangkok Post, Sunday Spectrum, Aug. 9, 2015

There’s a really big tree with roots all over the place and beautiful deep green leaves shaped like a Valentine’s Day heart. It's a nice tree, but it’s slightly unkempt. However, Auntie Gung and our children say it’s fine for a sacred tree to be unkempt. And this is a sacred tree with a sacred spirit, or angel. It's called a dhon pho tree in Thai and it’s in the back of the Klong Toey slum flats.

Auntie Gung visits the tree about once a week and brings some of our girls, if they want to go, and a regular visitor is Miss Sprite, whose mum died of TB and HIV/Aids a few months ago. Auntie Gung tells the children she believes she is protected by the spirit of the tree, as is Miss Sprite.

Auntie Gung had been with us for 10 years and remembers the day six-year-old Miss Sprite arrived after the cremation of her mum. The spirit knows that Miss Sprite’s mum died of TB-HIV/Aids because Auntie Gung told it so.

Read more...