3rd day of missions expsure

Here in Singapore, we act as if the world has ended if we are unable to achieve the grades of our desire; or perhaps even after experiencing a painful heartbreak.

This begs the question:

Were you separated from your parents at a tender young age for no apparent reason? Have you ever been incarcerated for no justifiable reason and then tortured day and night; in horribly unthinkable ways that makes death seem bearable? 

 Have you ever, as a child, worked hard day and night for two miserable spoons of "porridge"? 

Have you ever eaten raw rice, or a cigarette bud, just to satisfy the roaring hunger pangs?

Has thirst ever plagued you so greatly that it makes drinking rainwater collected in an ox imprint feasible? 

This is my definition of hardship. Listening to the stories of these survivors tears me apart. Though the number of laborers has decreased drastically in recent years, there are still many of them out there; separated and suffering from the horrors during the Pol Pot regime.

Think about it, is our definition of "hardship" remotely comparable to the story of these people's lives?

Dubbed as the killing field, this was once a place where many under the Pol Pot regime where ruthlessly annihilated. The worst part being that these prisoners were brought in without even knowing of their impending fate. Bones stacked up, bracelets stacked up, clothes stacked up, chemicals were stacked up too to prevent the stench from disclosing their atrocities. My sympathies goes out to those who had lost their lives during this dark time in Cambodian history.