Desolation, havocs, demolition, Annihilation; does one truly know the definition until he or she experience this personally? A Place that once delineated as beautiful, fascinate, and tranquil. Changed dramatically to unkempt, desecrate, and unsafe on a single disastrous day, October 4, 2009. My experience on a mission’s trip to Philippines after hurricane Ondoy showed me this devastation and has forever touched my feelings. I look forward to having an opportunity to not only share these experience and the changes in me, but find more opportunities to change my life.
I used to be the kind person who could be described as unmotivated, or simply going through the motions; I hadn’t found something that I truly desire about. I attended a youth program in a catholic church infrequently, not knowing that a particular warm and windy February night would change my prospective on life severely. I heard about a trip to Philippines, for the approaching summer, and something in the back of my head actuated me to sign up. Thinking that this was the worst day of my life, but realized how helpful I would be. The big day finally arrived and, despite my contrary attitude, I found myself enjoying the trip. To my amazement I found happiness in serving others. I saw hideous sights; houses with spray printed numbers and gang signs signifying death, and people living in cars. I was introduced to many situations that tugged at my heart. I saw where an entire house once stood, not only two steps connected a broken iron that would have led to a back door. This brought me to the awareness that people, not unlike my family, had their dreams demolished and their loved forever changed.
Anyhow, the things I saw that changed my life; the people I met and the bond I forged that created a difference in my heart. I met teenagers of my own age from my church, companions who became advisers to me, and people who approvingly spent their vacation time in the service...
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