A story from a VHI
member
Saigon, one late night. I was having a very late dinner
in a small, dimly lit food stall in a dark alley.
Suddenly a small silhouette appeared, walking towards me, frail and wobbling on his skinny legs. I could
finally make out that it was a little boy carrying an
oversize transparent bag full of sandals. " Would you buy
sandals from me please, Auntie?"..." How old are you " ;
" Eight "; " Why are you still out so late?". He
stared at me with his big shiny eyes. Silence. A silence that
seemed to say that he had to, he wanted to sell those sandals
before the day died out completely. "Is your home
far from here?"; "Not too far"; "Are your parents
home?"; "No"; "Where are they"; " They left"; " Where
to?". He shook his head: he doesn't know. "Are
they...coming back?". He shook his head again.
Silence again. I looked into his eyes and I could
discern hurt. "Who do you live with then ?"; "With
Grandma " ..."She probably is waiting for you now?";
"Yes"; "What does she do for a living ?";
"Nothing, she is sick"; "You mean just you and
Grandma...and you have to earn a living because Grandma
cannot, due to illness?"; " Yes"..."So...do you go to
school in daytime?"; "No". I looked at him and it
dawned on me that he had to sell sandals in daytime
too..."Do you want to go to school". To this
question, his whole face lit up, his bright eyes shone
and he nodded vehemently. "Yes, very much!" .
I turned away briefly to hide my pain. Then I
fumbled in my pockets and came up with all the change
and money I had on me at the time. I handed it all
out to him. "Here, take this, hide it well little
nephew, and go home now. It's late". He shook his head
and said, his eyes still shining: " You have to take a
pair of sandals or two from me then ". I
knew that he would not accept plain charity alone, and
at his age! So " Yes, I'll take one pair of
sandals from you". Then he went out the door,
melting in the solitary darkness of the night, a frail
eight-years old little guy. He did turn around
once to look at me, with those bright shiny eyes. It has
been over twenty years, yet I still remember those eyes of his...
VHI could not find that little boy to help him go to
school. But in return, VHI found many others who
are as eager to attend school and who really want to
complete their education. To date VHI has disbursed 420
scholarships with modest funds. The scholarships are
renewable as long as the recipients do at least fairly
well academically each year and belong to the
economically disadvantaged.
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