
Last week I had a neat opportunity to go on a work trip to help some local Burmese families in our city. I never knew it, but our city has a very large population of Burmese refugees.
I'm way too self-absorbed, so I thought this would be a great opportunity to get out of my little world and learn and maybe help someone. A second reason to go was that experiencing other cultures helps to feed into your DNA as an artist. Inspiration.
So I went. It was a four day event. I was given the choice, and I worked with kids most of the time rather than paint and fix things...I am pretty worthless when it come to painting and fixing things, I like people better.
I did ESL with some adults but spent most of my time helping with the kids VBS; skits, games, and whatnot. The children were precious, I made a couple of good buddies. Lots of big smiles from these guys.
Alot of things struck me on the trip, but the biggest thing was the kids and how happy and content they seemed to be despite them having virtually nothing. Given that many of them were not fluent in English I was also impressed at how attentive many of the kids were.
As far as the grown-ups go, I was blown away at their stories. It was a common thread among many of them that they were kicked out of Burma, forced to travel to Thailand where they lived in refugee camps. One couple had lived in a camp for 21 years. Another fellow had lived in a camp which housed some 500,000 people. Finally, somehow or another they ended up over here, many times with family members still overseas in refugee camps.
Alot of the fathers have to find work in another state in order to provide for the family's basic needs, or are just happy to find a job no matter how menial it would seem to be.
One of the coolest moments for me, was towards the end of the second day there. I asked one of the boys I befriended what super hero he wanted me to draw for him. He asked for a Superman. As I started drawing Superman, another boy came along and requested a batman, another boy requested a Wolverine, then a Hulk, then a power ranger, then Iron Man, then another batman...so on and so forth. A couple little girls asked for some Disney princesses (I'm sure I made Walt turn over in his grave with how bad my Snow White was.) Before I knew it there was a crowd of kids around me all shouting for the next drawing. The same thing happened the next day. It was cool.
As I was leaving that day, I was cleaning up and found a couple pieces of paper whereby the kids began copying and redrawing the pictures I had made for them. That was a cool feeling.
