First Time Volunteering Abroad




The first time I traveled alone was my Freshman year of school once I ventured off to volunteer in Nicaragua. a couple of months before I left on a flight alone to satisfy a gaggle of strangers, i used to be sitting in my class in Felmey Hall when a recruit came in to spread the word about a corporation I had never heard of, GIVE Volunteers. With little research I convinced myself that this was a step I should take and signed myself up. Fast forward to awkwardly sitting on an old fashioned bus filled with 30 other volunteers, traveling down a gravel road to alittle fishing village on Western coast of the country. Though the primary 12 hours were a touch awkward and intimidating I grew to like that group of strangers and a few of them are still my good friends now, four years later. We started within the village of Jiquilillo building houses for single and abused mothers and worked our thanks to Little Corn Island, teaching kids and dealing with a recycling program.

Poverty in a number of these places were high, I saw things that I had only seen on the news before and never thought i might experience first hand. But I also gained a replacement respect for the planet , for my family and friends and every one that we've . Little did i do know at the time that this trip would change who i used to be , how I viewed the planet , and what i might want to try to to for the remainder of my life.

It was when my flight landed in Chicago that for the primary time in my life I had a passion for something. I had done things before that I liked, like cooking and taking art classes, things that i assumed would be fun to try to to but I had never craved something like this passion before. I had spent the past fortnight traveling around and volunteering in Nicaragua. and people fortnight were the foremost meaningful weeks of my 18 years of life. At moments it had been terrifying, I questioned why I went, I got sick and missed home and my mom, but the more I did and therefore the more I feared, the more I grew and therefore the more i noticed that the simplest things in life are held at the opposite side of fear. I had to stretch past my anxiety to mount that plane and it ended up leading me on an adventure that I can always remember . That adventure sculpted me as a private . It lead me to the love of my internship, and therefore the work I do round the community.

When i used to be first offered my internship at Marcfirst my friends told me I was stupid for not trying to find a chance that might offer pay. I knew it might be relatively time consuming and though doing the work for free of charge wasn't my first choice, it had been a corporation that consisted of something that I fully supported. it had been that zeal to relinquish into the community of doing good and helping others regardless of what form it came in. i'm currently seven months into my internship and that i love every second of it. i might enter more if I had the time, the cash means nothing to me and that i fully support the work being done. it's proven that cash isn't the last word prize in life, which happiness in what you're doing together with your life is.


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