 I journeyed to Cuba in 1998 for my very first mission trip. It was my freshman trip, and I spent a lot of time debating whether I should go solely because of the cost. A thousand or so dollars is quite expensive today to say nothing of back in 1998 when I was a young nineteen year old, who didn’t earn much from a retail job. My goal then was to save money and hope to find a purpose for it later in life. I knew nothing of Cuba; I heard constantly that people there were poor. The first lesson I learned from the people I encountered on mission trips is that poverty does not equal unhappiness.
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 I had heard several great stories from my parents, and friends about mission trips, but nothing prepared me for my first mission trip to Santa Barbara, Honduras. While I was excited to travel to and work with people from Honduras, I was also scared. So many thoughts were passing through my mind. Would I get sick from the food and drink? Did I need to worry about my things being stolen? Was there a lot of crime where I was going? Getting prepared for the trip made me feel uneasy, but for some reason I felt impressed to go by God. |
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 I really had no idea what I was getting myself into, since this was my first mission trip. To be honest, what really motivated me was everyone around me commenting on past mission trips and how great of an experience it is. So, I thought it would be fun, different, I would be helping others, and my friends are going, so why not.
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