First Time Volunteering Abroad
The very first time that I traveled by myself was my Freshman year of school once I ventured to volunteer in Nicaragua. With very little study I convinced myself that it was a step that I should take and signed myself up. Fast forward to awkwardly sitting an old school bus full of 30 other volunteers, traveling down a gravel road to a little fishing village on Western coast of the nation. Although the initial 12 hours were a little awkward and intimidating that I grew to love that bunch of strangers and some of them are still my good friends now, four years later. We began in the small town of Jiquilillo building homes for single and abused moms and worked our way into Little Corn Island, teaching children and functioning using a recycling plan.
Poverty in some of these places were high, I saw things that I had only seen on the information earlier and never thought I'd experience first hand. But I also gained a new respect for the world, for my loved ones and friends and all that we have.
It was once my flight landed in Chicago that for the first time in my life I had a passion for something. I'd done things before that I enjoyed, like cooking and taking art courses, things which I thought could be interesting to do but I hadn't ever craved something like that fire before. I'd spent the previous two weeks traveling volunteering in Nicaragua. And those two weeks were the most meaningful weeks of my 18 years of life. At Voluntering abroad was frightful, I asked why I moved, I got sick and missed home and my mother, but the longer I did and the more I dreaded, the more I climbed along with the more I understood the very best things in life are held at the opposite side of fear. I needed to stretch past my nervousness to jump on that plane and it ended up directing me on an experience I can never forget. That adventure sculpted me as an individual. It lead me to the love of my internship, and the work I do around the area.
When I was first offered my internship in Marcfirst my friends told me I was stupid for not looking for an opportunity that would provide cover. I knew it'd be time consuming and though doing the job for free was not my first option, it was a company that consisted of something which I completely supported. It was that passion to relinquish into the neighborhood of doing good and helping others no matter what form it came in. I'm currently seven months into my internship and I really like every single second of it. I would go in more if I had the time, the money means nothing to me personally and that I completely support the work . It has proven that money isn't the greatest prize in life, and that delight in what you're doing with your life is.
Poverty in some of these places were high, I saw things that I had only seen on the information earlier and never thought I'd experience first hand. But I also gained a new respect for the world, for my loved ones and friends and all that we have.
It was once my flight landed in Chicago that for the first time in my life I had a passion for something. I'd done things before that I enjoyed, like cooking and taking art courses, things which I thought could be interesting to do but I hadn't ever craved something like that fire before. I'd spent the previous two weeks traveling volunteering in Nicaragua. And those two weeks were the most meaningful weeks of my 18 years of life. At Voluntering abroad was frightful, I asked why I moved, I got sick and missed home and my mother, but the longer I did and the more I dreaded, the more I climbed along with the more I understood the very best things in life are held at the opposite side of fear. I needed to stretch past my nervousness to jump on that plane and it ended up directing me on an experience I can never forget. That adventure sculpted me as an individual. It lead me to the love of my internship, and the work I do around the area.
When I was first offered my internship in Marcfirst my friends told me I was stupid for not looking for an opportunity that would provide cover. I knew it'd be time consuming and though doing the job for free was not my first option, it was a company that consisted of something which I completely supported. It was that passion to relinquish into the neighborhood of doing good and helping others no matter what form it came in. I'm currently seven months into my internship and I really like every single second of it. I would go in more if I had the time, the money means nothing to me personally and that I completely support the work . It has proven that money isn't the greatest prize in life, and that delight in what you're doing with your life is.
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