My first time out of the country - My Family Travels

“Please fasten your seat belts as we begin our decent to the New Mexico airport,” said the flight attendant as we wrapped up our four hour flight from Atlanta to Mexico.  It was my first time out of the country without my parents, along with being my very first mission trip, and my mind was over whelmed with nerves and excitement! After my team and I got off the plane, we met with our host, Fernando, and boarded a bus to take us into the mountains of Mexico.  I had never in my life experienced anything like what I was witnessing.  Winding up the mountains all you could see for miles were beautiful, lushes, green trees, and brightly colored houses that scaled the side of the mountain.  It was as if I was looking at a painting.  The scenery was breathtaking and was nothing like the mountains I had back home.  After the hour-long drive into the mountains we arrived at the little city of Huixquilucan, Mexico.  Looking out the window and into the city I wondered what I had gotten myself into for the next few days.

            Waking up to day one was when everything in my life had changed.  My team and I were staying at the local church to help put on a bible study for the kids, and not one of us knew how to speak Spanish, but once everything got started the language wasn’t an issue and we could communicate in our own special ways.  None of us were aware of the impact that these kids had on our lives.  As the children began   to arrive at about 9:00 in the morning,  it had seemed like we had known them our whole lives.  Everyone was laughing and having a great time.  It was amazing to see how happy these kids were when they all had so little.  There was one little boy named Pablo who touched my life in a way that I could never forget.  He was quiet and shy and he did not want to play with the other children, he just wanted to be held and loved.  I never knew you could show someone so much love like this little boy did to me in just hours after meeting him.

            Throughout the week, we did everything together.    The fact that we did not speak the same language was never a problem.  Towards the middle of the week it was amazing to see him finally venture off to play with the others.  It was like I had watched him grow into a new stage of life.  To see his happiness and joy was the most rewarding thing to see in a town that had so little.

            Watching these children grow so much in just a short amount of time and seeing their joy in life is just one of the many ways they impacted me.  I will never forget how an eight-year-old boy from Huixquilucan, Mexico opened my eyes to a life of happiness I had been missing.

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