In 1995, when I got my LDS mission call to Philadelphia’s Cambodian refugees, I knew nothing of Cambodia or its history. I did a two month language learning stint at the Missionary Training Center (MTC) and then flew to Philadelphia. I very quickly became familiar with South Philadelphia’s narrow and littered streets, and I came to love the southeast Asian people who lived there. In the almost 15 years that have lapsed since, I feel I have become more than somewhat Cambodian at heart. One day I’d like to visit Cambodia.