It was year 2000, Sydney Olympics was on, and my parents had finally saved enough money to take us on our first trip to Vietnam.
I was 16. I was excited to see where my parents had grown up and to visit places that I had only heard about from my grandparents, parents and extended family. We went to Ho Chi Minh City, Soc Trang (6 hours south of HCMC where my mum grew up), Hoi An (my dad’s home town) and Hue. We visited family, friends, tomb stones of our ancestors, rode motorcycles, ate everything we could get our hands on (even street food), went site seeing and experienced everything Vietnam had to offer.
However, one particular visit to a relative who lived in the country had a profound affect on me. This experience changed my perspective on life forever and was the catalyst for my desire to help.
They lived in the deep country side in South Vietnam and the only way to get there was by water. 6 of us piled in to a wooden canoe, powered by a small engine that sounded like it was about to break at any moment. On the way it started to rain and water started to come in to the canoe. My brother and I were frantically scooping water out of the canoe, petrified that we will sink in to a brown river that was used as a toilet, washing clothes, swimming pool… everything and anything. You couldn’t see what was in there. After an hour, we got off the canoe (to our relief) and was taken by motor bikes to my relatives place.
We arrived at a small 4 metres x 4 metre cement home, next to a large rice paddock. Inside, there was one wall separating the lounge to the kitchen and a small bathroom area where the walls did not reach the top. The floor and walls were cement, they slept on wooden slats and did not have tables or chairs, water was from the river and food was mainly rice. It was the home for 5 people; my aunt, uncle and their 3 children.
There were two moments that made me realise how lucky I was to live in Australia.
First moment, was when I had to do a ‘number 2’. You couldn’t use the bathroom in the house because it was just a drain. I had to go out to the lake, where there was a wooden platform with a hole and fish flapping in the water below. They tried to cover it for some privacy, but the material had eroded and you were in full sight. That was an experience…
Second moment, was watching my cousin working in the rice fields on a water buffalo. I remember my dad telling me that they didn’t have enough money to send my cousin to school so he had to work to make money for the family. Money from the rice they produced was their only source of income and it was too risky to have him attend school rather than tending to the crops. He was only 12 years old.
At 12, all I had to worry about was doing well at school and everything else was provided. I didn’t have the responsibility of earning money to survive or having to worry about where my next meal would come from. This gave me a new appreciation for everything I had in Australia. I felt so lucky to have access to clean water, a flushing toilet, a comfortable bed, clothes for all seasons and food.
I made a promise to myself that day. I promised that I would work as hard as I possibly could to make enough money to help them one day.
I always studied hard at school, but after this trip I was even more focussed. Nothing distracted me, I still played soccer at lunch and hung out with my friends on the oval. I was dubbed ‘ice queen’ because I wasn’t interested in boys back then. I found myself in the library during breaks and spending my afternoons studying. I was a geek and I loved it.
I did very well at school. I was able to do anything I wanted at university and chose to study Information Technology because I loved coding. I was on scholarship and was offered a job from the first day of university. I was paid to go to university, it was my dream. I could finally start helping my parents and start savings to help others. Whilst I was still learning the ropes at work, I donated money to different causes. It wasn’t until February 2012 when I was about to go to Vietnam on a charity trip did a colleague suggested raising money. In one week, we had organised a bake sale and raised $3000.
On my return, my work colleagues encouraged me to consider starting my own charity. I didn’t want to create another charity and tried to find one that had a similar objective, but I couldn’t. After 6 months of searching, I decided it was time to start one. I had no clue how to start one, but I did it anyway and this was when Aid Asia Initiative was born.