About Me

My name is Sa Khant Shu Shaung, also known as Michael Khant.
I come from U Doe, a forgotten farming village in Myanmar’s Ayeyarwady Region.
I was born in 2003, into a life of poverty, with no electricity, no clean water, and no access to medical care. My parents are poor farmers. We often had to choose between buying food or sending us to school.

In 2019, I graduated high school with one dream:
To become a nurse — someone who can bring healing and hope to the helpless.
But just one year later, everything collapsed.

In 2020, the COVID-19 pandemic shut down schools and the fragile health system in Myanmar.
In 2021, the military staged a violent coup, plunging the entire nation into chaos and terror.
Thousands were arrested.
Schools were destroyed.
Hospitals were bombed.
And for us — ordinary villagers — hope became a luxury we could no longer afford.

Since then, we have lived every day under the shadow of war, fear, and death.

The military began forcibly recruiting young people. Many young men and women simply disappeared — taken to fight in a war none of us chose.
In early 2024, soldiers and local officials came to my home with a list. They were registering names for forced conscription.
But by the grace of God, one month before they arrived, my brother and I had already left Myanmar.
My brother fled to Malaysia to work and support our family.
And I escaped to Thailand, alone, with only a small bag — and a fragile dream.

My dream of becoming a nurse began when I was just 7 years old.
I had a terrible accident — I fell from a broken bridge and shattered my elbow. It took two days to reach the nearest hospital in Yangon.
Many people in my village never made it.
They died on the way.
They died in pain, without ever seeing a doctor.

But I survived.
I will never forget the nurse who held my hand and wiped my tears.
She didn’t just heal my arm — she planted a seed in my heart.

Since that day, I knew: I wanted to become someone who can help the hurting.

Now, after all the suffering and fear, I was finally accepted into a nursing program at Asia-Pacific International University in Thailand.
This is the chance I prayed for. The only light in my dark journey.

But now, I’m facing the biggest challenge of all:
I don’t have the money to continue.

I’m completely alone here.
I have no support.
My parents are still struggling in the fields back home, barely surviving. They can’t even afford medicine, let alone tuition.

This is why I am begging for your help.

Your donation could help me escape a future of forced military service…
Your donation could help me become the nurse I always dreamed of becoming…
Your donation could help me bring hope and healing to a broken country that is bleeding.

There are thousands in Myanmar today who are wounded, sick, and dying — with no one to care for them.
I want to be there for them.
But I can’t get there without you.

🙏 Please, sponsor my education if you can.
🙏 Pray for me if you believe.
🙏 Share my story if you care.

Even $1 can make a difference. Even one act of compassion can save a future.

Thank you for listening to my cry.
Thank you for giving me hope.