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Cambodia calling : a memoir from the frontlines of humanitarian aid

It was while in Uganda as a young and idealistic physician that Dr. Richard Heinzl finally heard his true calling: to set up a chapter of Doctors Without Borders in his native Canada. As a prerequisite to fulfilling his MIdecins Sans FrontiIres dream, Dr. Heinzl was sent to a war-ravaged town in Cambodia to work a year in the field. Cambodia Calling is this young doctor's harrowing personal story of setback and accomplishment in the dangerous and inhospitable environment of a remote Cambodian village. His compelling narrative details how he confronted his own illness and self-doubt, as well as the reality of treating those who could not be saved.

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  • "It was while in Uganda as a young and idealistic physician that Dr. Richard Heinzl finally heard his true calling: to set up a chapter of Doctors Without Borders in his native Canada. As a prerequisite to fulfilling his MIdecins Sans FrontiIres dream, Dr. Heinzl was sent to a war-ravaged town in Cambodia to work a year in the field. Cambodia Calling is this young doctor's harrowing personal story of setback and accomplishment in the dangerous and inhospitable environment of a remote Cambodian village. His compelling narrative details how he confronted his own illness and self-doubt, as well as the reality of treating those who could not be saved."@en
  • ""What's the matter? A mine? Some kid step on a mine? A blessure?". "No. Not a mine.". We walk in and there's a mother standing by her child. It's a little girl. She's a very beautiful girl with straight black hair, maybe six or eight, big eyes, a bit younger than Smiles and just as lovely. But she's lying too still under a white sheet on the bamboo bed and her mother is talking in a monotone, staring off to the corner asking for help from Buddha. The little girl is staring at me, tracking every move I make. She's so weak, all she can do is move her eyes."@en
  • ""What's the matter? A mine? Some kid step on a mine? A blessure?""No. Not a mine."We walk in and there's a mother standing by her child. It's a little girl. She's a very beautiful girl with straight black hair, maybe six or eight, big eyes, a bit younger than Smiles and just as lovely. But she's lying too still under a white sheet on the bamboo bed and her mother is talking in a monotone, staring off to the corner asking for help from Buddha. The little girl is staring at me, tracking every move I make. She's so weak, all she can do is move her eyes.Sok Samuth approaches the bed and takes down."

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  • "Cambodia Calling A Memoir from the Frontlines of Humanitarian Aid"