In November 2013, the senior management team of the hospital I work for went for a short year-end retreat. It was a resort in the Pailin province of Cambodia, located near to the border of Thailand. The resort is tranquil and beautifully landscaped, and the meals were sumptuous. We had a great time bonding over fun and fellowship, and our meetings were very fruitful.
The only thing that marred the wonderful experience was the water. It might have flowed from the mountain streams into our taps, but it was certainly no Evian. Although it was filtered and supposed to be safe for use, it smelt of mud. After a shower, I felt dirtier than before. I couldn’t shrug away the irritation each time I smelt myself. It bothered me throughout the whole time there and a retreat that was supposed to help relax my mind and soul became a battle within, to force myself simply to be content with smelling like mud.
The experience has helped me to again appreciate the things I have. It is a strong reminder of the stark disparities that exist in this world, and a constant call for us to never give up in making the world better.
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