Blog 65

During the summer heading into my sophomore year, I departed on a mission trip with Cornerstone Church to Tijuana, Mexico, One of the most impoverished towns in North America. My mom forced me on this expedition, I didn’t know the people around me, and felt like a deer in the ocean. Little did I know it would change my life forever. We worked in a very modest church, slept on dirt floors, and ate things I probably would’ve never eaten back home. That’s not what touched my heart however, the children of that church in Tijuana did. I developed relationships with a couple kids that I’ll never forget. These kids had nothing but the scraps of cloth; you could call clothes, on their back, and a mere dirt hut to settle their head at night. However each moment they arrived at the church, they each managed to have an enormous smile on their face that would illuminate my heart like fireworks on the 4th of July. These 4 year old kids that owned barely anything, made it apparent to me that what you own, or how celebrated you are, has no effect on your prosperity in life, or how content with yourself you can be. I needed to have that feeling of exhilaration from stepping foot onto the moon. All I wanted was the money and the fame. Most kids as they mature into adults have dreams like this. They believe achievement is all about banking the most money, or being beloved by all of mankind.