Wednesday, March 02, 2011

P'Saw Paw's life story-written August 25, 2006

A special girl I had the opportunity to teach, love on and share life with while I taught at Christian Freedom International's school in Thailand went to be with Jesus on Monday morning.  It was devastating to hear the process of her being on life support then that she did indeed go on without us.  

I was at the school in Thailand teaching for 3 months in 2006.  At first it was hard, culture differences and language barriers but as time went by those kids crept (some jumped head first) into my heart. I've traveled to a number of countries but my time in Thailand was my most special and heart changing trip.  

One of my life chapters is Isaiah 54.  It talks about the "barren" woman having more kids than the married.  A verse that was highlighted to me before my trip to Thailand was Is. 54:2 "Enlarge the place of your tent..."  In a sense God enlarged my heart and put 31 kids inside.  (You definately need to enlarge the place of your tent to house that many kids!)  I am single and have never married, but God has fulfilled that chapter in my life over and over.  Those kids were some of "my kids."  

P'Saw Paw was one of those kids. After being there for awhile I started going into the girls dorm room at night and saying goodnight, giving a hug and kiss to each of the girls. I would wish them "have a sweet dream."  P'Saw Paw told me one night to tell her to have a funny dream.  Makes me smile even now.

She wanted me to think she was funny.  I remember she tried to amuse me one time by putting tiny pieces of sticker all over her heart shaped face.  And wanted to know if she was funny.  

One of my last memories of her in Thailand was when I had to say goodbye to the children at the refugee camp.  That was a painful time.  She came up to me and took my face in her hands and sang a good bye song to me, with her face smiling. She gently rocked my face back and forth in her hands and sang, "It's time to say goodbye."  

I was there at the school to teach Art. I also taught some ESL.  A big part of why I believe God had me there was to have relationship with these kids. To love on them, to mother them.  

They had many study times throughout the week. One time I sat with P'Saw Paw and she and I wrote out her life story. I know that some of the other teachers had worked with the students doing just that (who knows how many times she had written her life story before I had the chance.)  I found her story printed out on a white piece of paper folded, in my journal the other day.  It's special to me to have it.  

I wanted to share with you what we wrote together.


P'Saw Paw's life story

"My name is P'zaw Paw (Joy). I am 14 years old. I was born in Kwge Bone. My family went back to Burma when I was a baby.

My mom and dad stayed in Burma. At that time my mom and dad worked all the time. When my mom and dad went to work my sister was young and she took care of me. At that time I was a year old.

My mom and dad worked very hard. One time my mom and dad saidd, "We will go to live near the Moie River." We stayed there when I was 3 years old.

We were going to go back to our village. We had started walking to our village that morning and we walked until 5 p.m. The moon was out, we could see a little bit.

The Burmese soldiers were watching us when we were walking. They were hiding in the forest in an underground hideout. We heard the soldiers. They did not come out.  There was a big tree. Too many dry leaves were on the ground so we were walking loudly.

The soldiers came out and commanded us, "Stop, do not run, or we will shoot."  

My mother took my sister Moo Nay Paw to hide behind a big tree on the left side of the road. My father took me to hide behind a tree on the right side of the road.  

My father's friend was afraid of the Burmese soldiers so he started to run away.  The soldiers shot after him.  The first shot missed him, but hit my mother and killed her.  The second shot killed my father's friend.

After my mother died I went back to a Karen village with my father. My sister lived with my grandmother. After my mother died, me and my sister were separated.

My dad worked to hard. He had to plant a big field with rice all by himself. I did not want to be away from my father. But I had mercy on him and let him go.  He needed to work very hard.

When I was five years old my dad died. He died because the Burmese soldiers killed him. Before he died he told me, "I will go and find money for food for you." He was going back to the Burmese village with a friend. He was on the same road my mother was killed on. He was also killed on that road.

His friend came back but, my father went and never came back.  His friend told me, "Your dad is not coming back."

After he died I lived with my aunt and uncle. I stayed with my Aunt and Uncle for 3 or 4 years in Mae La. After, I lived at Freedom House [an orphanage run by CFI.]

Sometimes I feel good and sometimes I feel bad. Sometimes I feel bad when I remember Mama and Daddy. Sometimes I'm so sad. My parents were animists. They worshiped the tree. I look like my daddy. His hair was very curly. My sister looks like mama. But her hair looks like my daddy.

God blessed me and brought me to the CFI School. Now I know some English and some Thai. I hope God will show me what to do step by step.

Now I don't have a mom and dad, but I will have a mom and dad in heaven.  "God will be my ma and dad."

-Co-wrote with Teacher Marie, Aug. 25, 2006

Yes funny, beautiful, P'Saw Paw you do have a ma and dad in heaven because God will be your ma and dad.  I love you little lady and I treasure the memories I have of you.
She cut her curls off before I came to Thailand. She didn't like her hair :)
My church bought the children new sneakers/soccer cleats!
The girls made their outfits! P'saw Paw is the one at the bottom of the pic. Her sister is holding the notebook on the right of the pic.
With Teacher Andrew and Teacher Ben
She was small of stature but big of heart, and personality!
"Ya en na." (I love you in Karen.)


3 comments:

Rebecca said...

Oh, Marie, what a precious story. My heart goes out to you. *hugs*

Mellie said...

Marie, Mellie here, another former CFI teacher. This week, thinking of P'zaw Paw, I stumbled on this poem:
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster,

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three beloved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

-- Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) a disaster.

- Elizabeth Bishop

Maia B said...

Hi, i was reading Moo Nay and P`Zaw history and i decided to search a little bit about them since I was very moved by their history. I just wanted to know, to they travel to the US as refugees? Are they fine?

Hope you can answered and I wish this girls are doing well and being happy.
Thank you