What Having Nothing Taught Me About Having Everything
How a group of Cambodian children changed my perspective on wealth
"$1 dollar, $1 dollar," the little girl thrust out her dirty little brown finger, an oddly shaped origami style paper bird bobbed about at the bottom of a piece of string.
"$1 dollar, $1 dollar," young beautiful deep brown eyes pleadingly searched my face as she waved her handmade souvenir at the tall strange white woman in front of her.
Suddenly there was a chorus of "$1 dollar, $1 dollar," as she was joined by a dozen more grubby little fingers all bouncing and waving their toys, hoping to be the ones to return with a piece of gold for their efforts.
I looked at my van mates. My sister was rummaging around in her bag to find some dollar bills, and the driver was telling me to get in the van before I disappeared beneath the growing crowd of young faces.
I grabbed a few dollars from my pocket and handed them out, as the kids whooped and cheered, thrusting their homemade crafts proudly into my hands, knowing they would be the ones…
