Brazil Mission Trip

“Ladies and gentlemen, please take your seats and fasten your seatbelts, we will be departing shortly.” I find myself clutching my seat's armrests as the plane begins to move down the runway. I await the turbulence signaling the plane’s flight, my eyes glued to the window on my left, witnessing the ground getting further and further away. The thrill finally comes, the adrenaline coursing through my body as the plane takes off into the sky, and soon my surroundings are nothing but clouds, pure and fluffy as if they were cotton. I count the minutes, like a child waiting for recess, leading to my true journey that begins when my feet touch solid ground.
I’ve lived through this moment many times. One time in particular had the biggest impact in my traveling experiences and life in general: my mission trip to Brazil. I went with a group of individuals to help some of the citizens in a town a couple of hours outside of São Paulo. Both my nerves and current cold contributed to my mix of emotions. I was both excited and exhausted with a throbbing headache that could be related to someone pitching a baseball at my head several times and never missing.
We arrived at the airport in the small town we planned to build a house for a woman and her children. Immediately, it could be seen, by …show more content…
From the mud and grass huts to the infected wounds that covered some of the children’s limbs, it was then that I realized that I wanted not only to help them, but also to help everyone who was in need of the basic necessities that most people in America and first-world countries have and think little of. It was then that I decided that I would be a doctor and use my new found ambition to reach many individuals, like the child that sparked my