Mission trip to Honduras
Organized by: Lauren Pastor
This year will be (I hope) my fourth year to go to Honduras. A couple of years ago I actually dreaded going to a third world country only because I was afraid of getting sick or getting diseases, so up until my freshman year of high school my fear kept me from going to the most beautiful place on earth. The first year I went to Honduras changed me, I realized how much I took for granted in my life. Now usually everyone on the trip finds, per say, their own child. I found two boys who stole my heart the instant I saw them. They were kind and generous and very selfless. I would go to the nearest convince store in their village, buy them snacks and a drink, and they would give it right back to me for me to have! I was amazed at how little every individual has in this country and they still end up giving you half! Anyways, this year has been a little tough in that I am not sure if I will get to go based on financial issues! So I'm raising part of my own money for this trip and looking for anyone who would like to sponsor me! To give you a little idea of what we do there, we build houses, visit orphanages and schools, just visit and show the people there that they are more than just a third world country! Now I could talk for hours and hours about all of my experiences there but one just takes my breath away every time. The second year I went I met Jonathan and Joshua's (the two boys I mentioned above). I came to know them extremely well, I felt like I knew everything about them just in a matter of days! And I couldn't even speak their language! Well one of the last days of the trip we went to molaloa (their village) to say our goodbyes. I can honestly say it was one of the hardest goodbyes I've ever had to go through. I started balling my eyes out and couldn't stop, I looked out the window of the bus I was on and saw their big brown eyes just filled with tears but they're boys so of course they don't want to cry out in public. So that year was a rough year for me, waiting a whole other year to go back. The next year I begged and begged and begged mark ( who facilitates the trips) to go to molaloa. Luckily my irresistible charm and friendliness worked. So the next day we packed up our bags for the day and headed out. As the bus pulled up, i got more and more anxious I was tempted to jump out of the window. We pull up and I run and see Jonathan (the oldest) run up to me and give me the biggest hug I've ever gotten! So we sit there and color and run around and play and I realize Joshua is missing, I turn around and there is this little figure in the distance with a smile wider than the horizon running towards me, Joshua's jumped into my arms and hugged me for about 30 minutes. Now I know to some people that story is very anti climactic but to me that was one of the most beautiful moments in my life, one that I will never forget. So I am using this page as not a cry for help but for anyone who wants to donate and help something much greater than ourselves they can! Now if you don't want to and just would like to hear hours and hours of stories that fine too! Thank you for taking time to read this and I hope everyone gets to experience the beauty that I do on this trip!!!