There it was, and I was the only one there. It was as if I was a real explorer. The temple looked like its natural state when explorers first arrived: overgrown trees, giant roots, moss, and rubble. Inside, there was a monk with a basket of bracelets. He mumbled a prayer in Khmer, closed his eyes, and tied a bracelet around my wrist. He bowed in prayer and I bowed back. I read that the bracelet represents many blessings.

I already had many blessings – I was not only in Angkor Wat, but I was alive to tell the story. The bracelet was the same color orange as the sunrise. That moment that astounded me. It will forever remind me that every day when you see the sunrise, it is a blessing. I vowed that from that moment on, I would get up early and watch the miracle of the sunrise.

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