First Time Volunteering Abroad
With little research I convinced myself that it was a step I must take and signed myself up. Fast forward to sitting on an older school bus filled with 30 other volunteers, traveling down a gravel road to a small fishing village on Western coast of the nation. Though the first 12 hours were somewhat awkward and intimidating I grew to love that group of strangers and a number of them are still my good friends now, four years later. We started in the small city of Jiquilillo building houses for unmarried and abused moms and worked our way to Little Corn Island, educating children and functioning with a recycling plan.
Poverty in some of those places were large, I saw things that I had only seen on the news before and never thought I would experience firsthand. But I gained a new respect for the entire world, for my family and friends and all that we have.
I had done things I enjoyed, like cooking and taking art courses, things which I thought would be interesting to do but I hadn't ever craved something such as 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 decades of life. At moments it was terrifying, I asked why I moved, I got sick and missed house and my mom, but the more I did and the more I feared, the more I climbed along with the more I realized the very best things in life are kept at the opposite side of fear. I had to stretch past my anxiety to hop on that plane and it ended up directing me on an experience I can never forget. That experience sculpted me as an individual. It lead me into the love of my profession, and the work I do around the community.
When I was first offered my internship in Marcfirst my friends told me I was dumb for not looking for an opportunity that could offer cover. I knew it'd be relatively time consuming and though doing the work for free wasn't my first option, it was a company that consisted of something that I fully supported. It was that fire to relinquish into the neighborhood of doing good and helping others regardless of what form it arrived in. Voluntering abroad 'm currently seven months to my internship and I love 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 fully support the work being done. It's shown that money is not the ultimate prize in life, and that delight in what you are doing with your life is.
Poverty in some of those places were large, I saw things that I had only seen on the news before and never thought I would experience firsthand. But I gained a new respect for the entire world, for my family and friends and all that we have.
I had done things I enjoyed, like cooking and taking art courses, things which I thought would be interesting to do but I hadn't ever craved something such as 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 decades of life. At moments it was terrifying, I asked why I moved, I got sick and missed house and my mom, but the more I did and the more I feared, the more I climbed along with the more I realized the very best things in life are kept at the opposite side of fear. I had to stretch past my anxiety to hop on that plane and it ended up directing me on an experience I can never forget. That experience sculpted me as an individual. It lead me into the love of my profession, and the work I do around the community.
When I was first offered my internship in Marcfirst my friends told me I was dumb for not looking for an opportunity that could offer cover. I knew it'd be relatively time consuming and though doing the work for free wasn't my first option, it was a company that consisted of something that I fully supported. It was that fire to relinquish into the neighborhood of doing good and helping others regardless of what form it arrived in. Voluntering abroad 'm currently seven months to my internship and I love 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 fully support the work being done. It's shown that money is not the ultimate prize in life, and that delight in what you are doing with your life is.
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