I recall my first deployment as a social worker for an NGO in a remote village. Our small plane landed on the snowy airport, I saw children and women standing around the airport holding ropes and sacks, were porters. I was guided to the office from the airport on a two-hour walk, and a woman approached me on the way, showing me her badly infected and wounded hand. I was unable to fully examine the wound because it was too infected. She believed that any pills or medicine could heal her wound, but at that time I couldn't help her immediately, I was afraid. Later, we organized a few medical camps in many villages to provide aid.
This incident deeply disturbed me, and I remember asking my father why he had migrated from the mountain to the flat land called Kailali, where I grew up. As he took me to my birthplace village in the mountain, he smiled and told me that the reason for the migration was to provide a better life for me and my brothers and to send us to school. At the time, I didn't fully understand, but later on, with time, it became my source of inspiration.
In conclusion, we may not get the favour all the time, but something is there to show the path and way then after we must navigate our own lives, our families, and our communities, regardless of our past circumstances. We must find our own source of motivation to live on and continue sharing our experiences with others so that we can stay on track.
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