America and El Diablo may deport you. But without your permission, none of them can define your destiny. Here's who Tuy Sobil was:
He goes by the street name K.K., joined the Crips in Long Beach, California when he was 13, started smoking crack, jailed for armed robbery at 18, served two years in Taft Prison in California and another three in an immigration detention facility. The U.S. deported him to Cambodia in 2004 — he had never set foot in the country, couldn't speak the local language, and had a son back in California.
He said: "when I first came here I was scared.... you're always thinking you don't have anybody there."
A story about him written by Christopher Shay on the TIME, Saturday, Sept. 19, 2009, said that day, the eve of his 32nd birthday, K.K. has become one of the most admired men in Cambodia, running an organisation called Tiny Toones in Phnom Penh that mentors and provides education to thousands of kids every year.
You see?
Sometimes when God rebuilds, it's like He's destroying. And that feeling between your trying to connect the dots to your arrival at a holistic overstanding of His plan for you is like watching your tailor cut your expensive fabric into pieces. If you're not au fait with the art of sewing, you'd wish you can just have your cloth back, but that's before the pieces are sewn together and your beautiful dress takes shape.
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