Mission Trip

June 25th through the 27th I attended a mission trip with a local church. We embarked on the adventure at 4pm on the 25th. We had a grueling four hour drive to the destination. It was 94 degrees outside, and thirteen people were jam-packed into a buss meant for twelve. It was possibly the worst road trip I had ever taken a part of. Imagine you're drowning in lava, and then someone scoots so close to you, that you can hear them breathe.

That's one thing to learn about me. PLEASE! People, learn how to breathe silently. I completely understand if you just got back from a work out, or you're over weight, or have a condition that makes it actually hard to breathe. But if you're a normal person, breathe through your nose or mouth silently!

We finally arrived at another church that was two stories tall, and was actually pretty nice. We slept on cots and awoke the next morning at 6am. The gracious food planning committee made breakfast egg bacon and cheese biscuits for us. Then we headed out for work. I was assigned a house and the team I had with me was awesome. Jim and Kelly were a sweet couple in their late fifty's. Kim was a single mom in her early thirty's. Dave was a man in his mid-sixty's, and Sara was a girl my age.

The place we were working was owned by a Mexican woman and her sister in law. There were pigs, goats, chickens, dogs, and a brand new litter a three adorable kittens.

The livestock show was great, however, every once in a while a goat or kitten would decide to come check out what we were doing. In the case of the kittens you would get scared and almost step on them. In the case of the goats you would get scared and scream which caused the goat to scream which caused me to fall. No worries. I didn't fall off of anything. My feet just decided that the floor was no longer safe and were like," We're outta here!" And gravity was like, "nope."

Our project was a continuation of an expansion of the house. We put up dry wall on cinderblock walls and started to float and tape.

Every day the Mexican ladies would make us lunch. They didn't speak a lick of English, but they sure knew how to cook. The last day we brought them some fruit and a cross with all of our names on the back for their house. They seemed to like it.

All in all, the trip was fun. I got several flea bites, but at the end of the day what is a few itchy spots to helping some who otherwise couldn't afford it. I think I will continue to attend mission trips.

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