We are always stumbling on other projects as well and the cost is always minimal. My story along with these pictures can only show you part of the feeling and difference people can make when they work together. If this is something you would like to contribute to, every $1.00 goes a long way in Cambodia and I assure you 100% of your dollars will go directly to helping the poor in the countryside of Cambodia as we have no overhead or administrative fees. Thank you for taking the time to read my story. The story of my translator and guide, Ly Heang, shows a  more in-depth look at the history and current struggles in Cambodia. We hope after reading our stories and information that you will realize what one pumping well can do for the lively hood of many Thank you, Scott.
In 1976 Ly Heang’s family was moved by the Khmer Rouge Government from the southern part of the countryside to the Northern side of Siem Reap to be rice farmers. “This is the place where I grew up. In 1979 my family was moved one more time, closer to the countryside of Siem Reap. This place was called Kchas village.

Kchas village has remained one unforgettable bitter experience of my life. My family had one soil well (hand-dug well) in front of the house approximately 4.50 meters deep, and this well supplied 10 people in my family. I have heard many times about villagers not having enough water. In some years my soil well dried up due to summer, so my brother had to go to a well nearby. It was very hard to do alone and I was too small to carry water then. One day all my brothers and sisters went to play with some friends and others went to the market. With the exception of my eldest sister. She stayed and cleaned the rubbish from under the house. I was lonely and there was nothing to do. Just then I got a silly idea to check the water level in the soil well. So, I walk over to coconut tree and took a dead branch off to make a water measuring stick. Wow! I looked at the branch and it was too short to reach the water. So I moved further into the well, but still the stick was too short, so I just keep moving more and more like a snake moves, into the well until the branch reached the water. I was so happy. My body had become lighter and lighter till I fell into the well and inhaled a lot of water. Luckily my mom had just bought a pig not so big but as heavy as I was.

My sister heard a sound of falling but she didn’t pay much attention but thought maybe   someone’s pig fell in the well because in the countryside animals move   around freely. She stopped cleaning and thought of her pig and ran as   fast as she could to see what happened. To her surprise, after seeing my hair floating, she screamed “brother, brother is that you?” I could   not answer and she jumped into the well and grabbed me. She called all   the men nearby my house to help. After, some of the men took my legs and shook my body to get the water out from my lungs. They put me on a bed in front of my house beside the fire and smacked me on the bottom for approximately 10 to 20 minutes. Ladies   and gentlemen, that is my story. Because this happened that is why my   heart tells me every day to help others, and throughout my experiences   I have learned that I can help the poor people in my country as I have   the knowledge to deal with local issues and local partners to accomplish the first steps to overcoming poverty. It has become my hobby and passion, which means no donor will ever pay my salary.  Separate from my work as a tour guide, I use all my non-working hours to help the poor people of Cambodia to have a better, safe life with clean water to use every day of their lives. Thank you, Ly