It’s four-thirty in the morning and it’s time to wake up. Exhaustedly, I grab my things to take into the cramped bathroom we all had to share. There were only four showers to share between about fifty girls. I wait in line for everything, food, and showers, even the bathroom. Each day we eat the same thing; rice for breakfast, rice for lunch, and rice for dinner, which was good only for about the first twenty times I ate it. But a smile is plastered on my face and I’m ready to go out and do some honest work.
We’re in Costa Rica. I’m only there for about a week with my Youth group on a retreat to Pura Vida Missions. We are there with another large church, which means there were about one hundred people in one building, give or take. We’re about to head out onto the job site for the first time and my excitement was obvious to everyone around me. I couldn’t wait to meet the family we were going to be working for. Were they nice? What stories will they have to share? …show more content…
In that moment, I knew I needed to become someone who served others before myself. This privileged life I have can be used to put some happiness into someone’s life and I can’t waste it by thinking about what I don’t have. Since then, I’ve been working hard volunteering at everything I could get my hands on.
There’s a sense of community when it comes to volunteering, especially when you do volunteer work in groups. I enjoy working with people in order to get big tasks done, like going around and picking up garbage around a highway, or even working to run a music camp. I’ve been working very hard to impact people’s lives since that experience because I feel like I owe it to the world. No one should have to live in poverty and I think if I can positively change someone’s life, I’m going to do what I can to make it