Personal Narrative: My Mission Trip To Honduras

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One week this summer I was able to live in a completely different world than the privileged one I had been living in all my life. This summer Memorial Road Church of Christ took me to Honduras on a mission trip where other students my age would be serving the people and church there, rebuilding houses smaller than my room for whole families to live in. The mission trip allowed me to learn a lot about the people of Honduras and myself. It was put into perspective for me how blessed I am and how much I take for granted and how much I think I deserve, while people are much happier than me with much less than I have. The trip forced me out of my comfort zone, which was challenging, but I always felt like a stronger person after finishing something I did not want to. No matter how uncomfortable I got, serving the people in Honduras who really needed it was fulfilling, and the impact that it had on me was greater than anything I had ever experienced before. One trip to a disabled children’s orphanage allowed me to appreciate my …show more content…

By the next night I was ready to go with my toiletries, clothes, Bible, bugspray, bedding and passport. I reviewed the packing list at least five times to be sure I did not forget anything necessary for me to survive a week in a third world country and despite this, I had butterflies in my stomach. The fear of having forgotten something essential that would be thousands of miles away combined with the uneasy feeling I got from the thought of spending a week with people I wasn’t comfortable with left me with a pit in my stomach that wouldn’t leave me until the next evening. My dad and I arrived at the church around midnight when I boarded a bus full of strangers that I had not taken the time to get to know in the year my family and I had been living in

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