Ken Budd |
Ken Budd is the author of The Voluntourist: A Six-Country Tale of Love, Loss, Fatherhood, Fate, and Singing Bon Jovi in Bethlehem, a memoir about his experiences volunteering in a variety of places, from New Orleans to Costa Rica to China.
Q: Among the experiences around the world that you write
about in The Voluntourist, is there one in particular that meant the most to
you?
A: In China I volunteered at a special needs school, working
with a third-grade class. From time to time I would see a grandfather and his
grandson. The boy was probably five years old and had this beautiful, happy
smile. He also had cerebral palsy and couldn’t walk. The school was on the
sixth floor of an old tea distributor’s building, and every day the grandfather
would climb the steps, carrying the boy on his back.
The boy’s father, I
learned later, had abandoned his family because his son wasn’t “normal,” so the
grandfather cared for him, and he was always there: lifting him, whispering to
him, holding the boy’s hands above his heads so he could “stand.” I never spoke
to them—I don’t speak Chinese—but I’d watch them. I admired the grandfather’s
devotion, and I envied their rapport. They were like a single unit. It’s one of
the great things about these volunteer experiences: you encounter these
ordinary yet extraordinary people that you would never meet otherwise.
Q: Fatherhood is an important theme in the book; you write,
in the wake of your own father's death, of your concerns about not having
children. How did the time you spent as a volunteer help you deal with those
concerns?
A: At some point I thought… If I can’t have children of my
own, maybe I can help someone else’s child, in some microscopic way. I came to
appreciate the preciousness of life. I had an epiphany one night in Ecuador. I
was volunteering with a scientific team that was studying climate change in the
Andes Mountains. It was a two-hour hike to the site because there weren’t any
roads.
We were based in a cloud forest, so most nights were grey, but one night
the clouds parted and you could see the Milky Way and all these stars we never
see and it hit me: we have all been given that rarest of opportunities, the
chance to experience life. A British researcher told me that we only get
650,000 hours of life—if we’re lucky—and that number has stayed with me. We
don’t get much time here. If life is a baseball game, I don’t want to spend
three innings complaining about the Cracker Jacks. I want to experience the
entire game.
Q: What surprised you the most in the course of your
travels?
A: I think the biggest surprise was that the volunteer work
was probably less important than the interactions that occurred. In China, the
teachers work very difficult jobs, and my friend and I were like a break in their
routine. We were a novelty and that helped to brighten their day. Everywhere I
worked, I learned about the local people and they learned about me.
In Costa
Rica, most people think Americans are lazy. Why? Because their impressions are formed
by what they see on TV; by shows like Friends where everyone sits around
drinking coffee. In the West Bank, the Palestinians have as many stereotypes
about us as we have about them. It sounds very kumbaya, but working together
and eating together and laughing together changes how we see each other.
Q: What would you recommend to someone interested in the
sort of volunteering you did?
A: I started with a reference book called Volunteer Vacations that lists about 150 organizations. You can also search for volunteer
opportunities on sites like GoOverseas.com and GoVoluntouring.com. You need to
do a lot of research: I would usually ask to speak to a previous volunteer, and
I’d ask questions like was the work helpful, were the living conditions OK, was
the organization staffed by locals—are they creating partnerships or
dependency?
If you’re working with kids, you may need to send references or
submit to a background check—and if you aren’t asked to do that sort of thing,
that should be a warning sign. Once you’re volunteering, just be humble, smile
a lot, remember that you’re the guest, and do whatever you’re asked. I have lot
of resources on my web site.
Q: What are you working on now?
A: All of my earnings from the book are going back to the organizations and places where I volunteered, and that’s been the most gratifying part of
this experience.
We’re working with Global Volunteers, the organization I volunteered with in
China, to create a fund for the special needs school where I worked.
We’re also
creating a scholarship for Cross-Cultural Solutions, the volunteer organization
for my Costa Rica trip. The scholarship is named after Franco Lalama: he was a
Port Authority employee killed on 9/11 leading the evacuation of engineering
offices in One World Trade Center. I became friends with Mr. Lalama’s
stepdaughter—she was also a volunteer in Costa Rica—and we’re about halfway to
our funding goal.
Q: Anything else we should know?
A: A radio host in New York told me that the book is like
Mother Teresa meets Groucho Marx. I love that. I’ve always thought The
Voluntourist is a serious book that doesn’t take itself too seriously. A fellow
volunteer in Costa Rica told me you only learn about yourself when you’re
outside your comfort zone, and I tried to embrace that throughout my journey.
I
came to believe that feeling stupid is good, because every time I felt stupid,
I learned something—about the local culture, about the work I was doing, about
myself. Everywhere I went, I wondered how much good you could do as a
short-term volunteer, but I truly believe that there’s power in small gestures
and small acts of kindness. And small gestures become large gestures when we
all do them together.
--Interview with Deborah Kalb. Ken Budd will be participating in the Bethesda Literary Festival April 19-21. For a complete schedule of events, please click here.
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