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Teaching the Thai Kids to Trash Talk

Wednesday, March 16th, 2011

This blog post by our roommate in Thailand, Deirdre Flynn, is about one of my (Heather’s) little getaways while on bedrest post-surgery.  Sure, it was only a walk down our street and across the main highway, but it was an adventure nonetheless.  Especially with little munchkins at foot, kittens not included.  We took

Deirdre, affectionately nicknamed “P’ Dara” by the kids, writes:

“One of my legacies as an English teacher for the SOLD kiddos may be how effectively I taught the meaning and pronunciation of the word “mean.” The kids loved it. All the time I would hear them yell ‘Mean! You mean!’ They got a huge kick out of telling me I was ‘mean.’ One girl would frequently announce this and then give me an impish stink eye, daring me to disagree. She was a huge fan of trash-talking Heather and I while we played badminton with her. [For example]. ‘P’ Wen, khun len anii mai de MAAAAAK.’  Translation: ‘P’ Wen, you play this like crap!’  We would tell her she was mean, which then set off a nice round of ‘You’re mean!’ ‘No, you’re mean!!’”

In Thai language class one day, Khruu Ploy was teaching us adjectives.  Tall.  Short.  Fat.  Thin.

“The Thai word for ‘kind,’” she says, “is jai dii.” This literally translates to good heart.

As we scribbled in our notes, she began writing the opposite on the board: EVIL.  Jai rai. We had a good laugh about this and explained there was some gray areas between kind and evil. But, later, when the kids would laugh at us or cheat at a game, we would shout jai rai! It was then Deirdre taught the kids the word for “mean.”

In the video below (which starts where Deirdre and I are taking about this scary white cat that kept stalking our house and attacking the kittens), we’re on a quest for ice cream and the name-calling begins.


Learning Thai: Our Journey

Saturday, March 12th, 2011


Saying “Bangkok” in Thai (It’s Crazy.)

Thursday, February 17th, 2011


Written Sept 27, 2010

Tuesday, January 25th, 2011

In organizing the next few blogs for this site and The SOLD Project’s blog, I came across an old draft that I had meant to come back and edit before posting.  It wasn’t really saying anything significant; it was just a moment of our marriage, our life in Thailand, and our dreams that I wanted to share and remember.  It was never posted because, a few days later, there was that pesky disc herniation and the blog was filled with hospital room updates and stories of Thai nurses and too many baked goods.

The last few nights, we have stayed up talking like teenage girls at a slumber party. (So I tell Michael.) We have now spent more of our relationship working together than apart. Spending all day everyday with someone leads to interesting communication patterns. We are so thankful that we just plain like each other so much.  As Michael (so foolishly) confessed while we were just friends: “I want to be best friends forever.”

Lying safely tucked away in the sanctuary of tightly wound mosquito netting, we talk about life in Thailand and dream of the future.  Mike argues with himself about the correct tone for his new Thai words of the day.  I tell him about how one student shouted “buffalo!” when I was drawing a cat for Pictionary, and everyone in the room cracked up at her oh-so random vocabulary word.  We discuss work schedules and deadlines and marketing strategy.  We try to figure out how it’s possible that, while no mosquitoes seem able to get into the netting, a small lizard has somehow made its way towards our pillows.

We also ask a question we’ve been asking since we got married:

“Where the heck will we be in one year?”

A few weeks ago, we celebrated our third wedding anniversary.  We sat in front of our friend’s fireplace playing board games, then found a cozy little restaurant in a local mall in a strange town.  I borrowed a sweater dress and tights and tromped around our romantic evening in the Lands End boots my brother had brought from our storage unit over the holidays.  The boots are shared between the two of us.  Michael, the loser of the coin toss, wore his Toms, the dirt of Thailand’s roads now covered in bleaching salt from the winter sidewalks.  It was yet another anniversary where we asked the question we’ve asked each year, including that night last September.

“Where the heck will we be in one year?”

At the moment, we’re rocking out life in my four-year old niece’s pink bedroom.  My sister and her husband graciously switched out some furniture, and we have a double bed, an entire dresser, and even a desk to boot.  Some contraband DVDs from Burma sit on top of the desk.  My Thai purse with holes in it hangs from the dresser.  A cigar box of letters sent to Thailand is tucked away on our borrowed nightstand.  As always, a small felt bird from Slovakia and our LOVE cake statue from our wedding have found their spots, too, no matter where we call home.

We don’t know where we will be in one year.  Or one month.  Or, in the case of the above blog entry, one week. Michael and I, planners to a fault, are being broken of our illusion of control on our lives.  Perhaps even erring into the non-committal.  But we know that we love the work we are doing for SOLD and that we are blessed to continue to be a part of it.  And we know that it just wouldn’t be able to happen without your support.


SOLD Featured in Asian Travel Magazine

Thursday, January 20th, 2011

The SOLD Project: How Education Can Change the Lives of Thailand’s At-Risk Children

By Heather & Michael Colletto, SOLD’s Communications Directors

Thailand’s rich natural beauty is no secret. Venture outside the emerging economy of any city in Northern Thailand and you will find yourself surrounded by lush green mountains, fields, and rural villages—home to the countless hardworking Thais who make up what is still a vastly poor, agrarian society. In one such village just outside Chiang Rai city, nestled in the shadow of Doi Chaang Mountain among infinite shades of green, lives a young girl nicknamed “Cat.” She is a tall, shy student at the head of her class whose smiling eyes testify to an incredible story—the story of a tragedy averted, a life forever changed by hope.

In many ways, Cat’s story begins a world away with a young woman named Rachel Sparks-Graeser. As a recent college graduateworking in New York City in 2006, Rachel was horrified to hear that child prostitution is shockingly common in our world today—arguably most prominent in Thailand. Long a popular travel destination for its beautiful mountains, quiet beaches, and rich culture, Thailand often attracts tourists of another sort—those looking to exploit the beauty of Thailand’s young women and children for sex.

Since the Vietnam War, Thailand has gained notoriety as one of the sex tourism capitals of the world. Although prostitution has technically been illegal in Thailand since 1960 (and undisputedly so since the passage of The Prevention and Suppression of Prostitution Act of 1996), it is still widely tolerated and openly practiced throughout the country. In fact, some estimate that sex tourism accounts for as much as three percent of Thailand’s GDP. As a result, many of Thailand’s women and children are particularly vulnerable to sexual exploitation. In every major city in Thailand, women and children can be found for sale.

With a desire to do something—anything—to address the reality of child prostitution in Thailand, Rachel raised money, assembled a small film crew, and flew to Thailand to expose the issue and meet the faces behind the statistics. As her crew interviewed countless workers in the sex industry, they discovered a common theme: the girls—and boys—who worked the Red Light Districts had become caught in a life of exploitation because poverty had left them with no other choice. Too poor to finish school, these children were left unequipped and intensely vulnerable to victimization. Without adequate education or tangible, practical skills, they are unable to find gainful employment to provide for themselves and their families.

What struck Rachel hardest as she spoke with young sex workers was that the exploitation of these children was preventable. If these kids could have just stayed in school, none of them would have been prostitutes.

While human trafficking in its most traditional sense is alive and well in Thailand, particularly among the migrant population fleeing political unrest, it is actually less common for traffickers to abduct or coerce children into prostitution. There is hardly a need for such effort, as Northern Thailand’s poverty and education costs continue to drive uneducated, at-risk children to the cities to look for work. Thailand’s sex industry gains its foothold through poverty, lack of education, and poor social conditions.

When Rachel and the film crew met Cat at age 11, she was a bright, fourth grade student who dreamt of becoming a national athlete—a dream she would likely never realize. Cat’s father had recently passed away, and though her mother worked long hours to provide for Cat’s education, she knew it was not enough. Planning for the future is a luxury of the wealthy. In Thailand, public government school for one child alone costs about $1/day, more than one-third of a rice farmer’s daily income. Although hopeful she could support Cat through grade seven, Cat’s mother confessed that her young daughter would soon have to drop out of school to help bring in an income for the family. An undereducated girl from a rural village would have great difficulty finding a suitable job in Cat’s small hometown of Chiang Rai. Cat would most likely have to look for work in a bigger city, and her mother, a former sex worker, knew firsthand what dangers awaited Cat in the urban landscape. (more…)


Getting Home: Part One

Thursday, January 13th, 2011

We left Thailand on December 15th because that is the arbitrary ‘return date’ I chose when booking our tickets back in May for our year in Thailand. You couldn’t book past December because it was so far away. I called Orbitz to confirm I could change the ticket (for a fee and fare difference) and booked the ticket. Sometime in October, I called Orbitz to get an idea of return months in 2011–was there a big fare difference in May or June or July? I was put on hold a lot and then sent to Continental’s line and then sent back. Long story short: Our ticket had a six-month maximum stay on it. And would cost $3,000 to change to a later date.  As you can imagine, a lengthy discussion followed and, in the end, Orbitz was unable to show me where that “max. stay” fine print had been or is located, but that didn’t change the fact that staying in Thailand would add $3,000 to our credit card.   That cost, plus the spine surgery debt, combined with several other things to make staying in Thailand simply seem impossible.  We prayed about it for several weeks and felt it was a door closing.  In our faces.

When I went to check-in online the morning of December 15, I read that our flight had left hours earlier.  Unless there happened to be another flight that afternoon, we’d never make it to Bangkok for the next leg of our journey that night.  I called Orbitz, completely confused as I stared at my flight itinerary with a 3:30 p.m. departure. They spent a few minutes telling me they had no record of us as customers, then said: “Oh, here you are.  Sorry, we can’t help you.  You were a ‘no-show’ for your flight this morning.”  Yeah, I got that.  Thanks.

I went into our bedroom, closed the door, and the panic attack began.  How could we have missed our flight?  After all this?  We’re going to have to book another flight for who-knows-how-much which is the stupid reason we have to leave today anyway and– Michael followed me into the room and tried to sweetly calm me down.  It wasn’t working, so he tried a different strategy.  He told me I better pull it together or nothing was going to get worked out.  He has never spoken like that to me in my life, so my eyes widened and I gulped and I pulled it together.

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Home for Christmas. And then some.

Monday, December 13th, 2010

Our life in Thailand has been filled with joys, delicious food, and relationships we’ll cherish for a lifetime. We’ve helped transform SOLD’s Resource Center into a home and, more importantly, a familiar place where kids love to come to play and learn. We’ve learned conversational Thai and can read and write a little bit, too! We’ve invested heavily in SOLD’s communication through blogs, emails, articles, social media, and more. As a result, more people than ever are involved and giving to support SOLD’s prevention work.

The past six months have also brought their share of unexpected challenges. Most notably, Heather’s emergency spine surgery threw us for a loop and put us 10K in debt. Since we’ve yet to rise much above 60 percent of our needed monthly support, it became apparent we’d need to return to the States to recover financially. This means we’re leaving Thailand earlier than planned–this week, actually–but as we return to the States, our work with SOLD remains much the same. Taking all we’ve learned over the last six months about the issue, the kids, and SOLD’s work in Thailand, we’ll continue telling these stories and overseeing SOLD’s communications. Michael will continue to work full time, while Heather scales back her hours and seeks out additional employment to supplement our support. We anticipate living somewhere in the greater Philadelphia area.

Your support is more important than ever. To those of you who have given faithfully to support our work, THANK YOU! Your generosity has been so encouraging to us over the last few months. To those of you who have yet to give, please consider making a recurring donation of $25 or more to support our work. If you do, we will send you one of our “Not Intended for Commercial Use” t-shirts as a thank you, but SOLD has agreed to match your recurring donations up to a total of $500. So your $25/mo gift becomes $50, your $50/mo becomes $100, and so on. Can’t beat that, right?

We’re looking forward to seeing many of you in the months ahead. Thank you for coming on this journey with us.

Onwards!

Heather and Michael Colletto

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Turning 27 in Thailand

Sunday, December 12th, 2010

December 10 was Michael’s birthday. It was also SOLD’s Christmas party at the Resource Center, and the whole community turned out for it. Tawee made this video as a surprise. Before Michael knew what was happening, Tawee had him standing up in front of more than 100 Thai people as they sang him “happy birthday” with this video playing in the background!


6-8 Weeks Later

Friday, November 26th, 2010

My house arrest has officially ended!  Two months after my injury and six weeks after surgery, I am now free to dance, hula hoop, and practice gymnastics.  Okay, maybe not all that, but I can sit for more than twenty minutes and put on my own leggings now!

To all of you who followed the spine surgery saga and offered your prayers, emails, and funny youTube videos, here is an update:

How are you feeling?
After my surgery, my surgeon asked how I was feeling.  I told him I was a little sore.  “Well, yes,” he said.  “I cut into you.”  How’s that for honesty?!  I’m feeling great.  I have some muscle pain that is common after a month’s worth of limping and bedrest, and my energy level is pretty low.  I still have some numbness in my right foot and leg, which the doctor says should heal by the end of the year. I’m happy to say that I haven’t been on pain meds since leaving Bangkok!

How was house arrest?
Well, no motorbike, no Thai classes, no picking up or running around with the kids, etc.  But that is nothing compared to the blessing it has been to be still and quiet in our beautiful home in the middle of nature. During the daytime, our windows and doors are wide open, and the room is filled with breezes from across the rice fields. I’ve mastered wheat-free, no-bake cookies. I’ve listened to a lot of podcast sermons.  We’ve talked for hours on end about serving God and what that looks like for us and how we’ve been strengthened through various circumstances.  We’ve railed against the insurance company.  We had a Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings marathon.  We’ve laughed a lot.  We’ve cried a lot.  Now, we spend our mornings on the porch, sharing a French press of Doi Chaang coffee and reading Proverbs aloud.  #peace

In the end, how much did the whole adventure cost?
Our medical bills and related expenses (such as flights home from Bangkok) totaled about $10,000.

What’s the outcome with the insurance company?

Our new international policy included a 180-day clause that would not cover procedures stemming from what are essentially pre-existing conditions, such as a tonsillectomy and “intervertebral disc disease.”  One of the symptoms of this latter disease, also known as “degenerative disc disease,” is a herniated disc. The insurance company feels that I have this (non-covered) pre-existing condition.  My surgeons have shared with the insurance company that my MRIs and spine itself show no sign of this disease and that my injury was acute.  However, the company’s decision remains and we’ll be filing an appeal.  Until then, the above cost is currently staring us down from our emergency credit card.

Now what?

The doctor recommended core-strengthening exercises.  I do not exercise.  Apparently I have to begin.  (Remember how good it felt to be 20?!)  But I hear Pilates is the thing for me, so let me know if you have any DVDs to recommend!


Nana Plaza

Friday, November 12th, 2010

Recently, we posted a video called “Our Kids.“  They are laughing, playing, and getting into general mischief that every child their age has the right to do.

It has been said to us more than once that the children SOLD is serving don’t look like that they are in need.  Photos of them do not reveal tears, rags, hungry bellies, or any other general misery.  And though the issues our kids face on a daily basis can include poverty and alcoholic or abusive or absent parents, they are generally happy children.

Last January, Michael and I went on a quick walk-through tour of Nana Plaza, one of Bangkok’s Red Light Districts.  The overwhelming size of it was mind-boggling.  Literally thousands of prostitutes in this area, which is several stories high and no larger than a large American mall’s atrium food court.

Below is a short video taken last summer by SOLD’s Director of Development, Michael Manes and SOLD friend Nate Garcia.  It is footage of Nana Plaza.  It’s short, it’s shaky, and it’s PG.  But it is a reminder of why SOLD’s work matters.  With this video, Michael writes:

This morning I perused videos from my Thailand trip last summer, and I began to realize how truly important my job is. Honestly, I’m not sure how I ever forgot. 2 of the 30+ bars are named “Playskool” and “Lollipop”.  In Nana Plaza the girls (and boys) are lost in the cluster of consumerism and the sex trade.  Most workers wear numbers so they can be ordered for services.  Though prostitution itself is illegal in Thailand, I passed several police officers “keeping peace & order” just minutes before turning the camera on.

SOLD works in prevention, so it’s–relatively speaking–simple to stay tunnel-visioned while keeping the non-exploited from these dangers, because I don’t have to directly face the grave reality of the commercial sexual exploitation of children.  I focus on education.  But this morning watching this video, I remembered why I do what I do.