The title pretty much sums that up. I'm exhausted beyond anything i've ever experienced before. Everyone's been tired after a long hike or something to that extent before but the mission trip was not only that. It was also extremely emotionally exhausting. I hope you guys don't think i sound super cheezy after sayin this but it's true.
Anyway, i'll give you the scoop on what happened during the trip. We left on saturday at 3:00 in the morning (yeah so not cool...) to go to the airport and from there, it was a full day of flights to get to Picayune, Mississippi which is the sister city to my hometown. What this means is that after Katrina, my city of Issaquah kinda banned together and picked a town that was devastated by the storm. We picked Picayune and since Katrina, we have been helping them financially as well as sending help and whatnot. The stay at the Picayune Methodist Church was the best night our team had all week. We had full air conditioning (which was the biggest plus of all since the humidity was killing us, being from Washington which has about 3% humidity at most.), personal showers and a full gym. Super cool. Anyway, after having a great Mississippi meal at a local coffee house (which made front page news by the way lol. http://www.picayuneitem.com/archivesearch/images_sizedimage_191143512/resources_photoview ) we all crashed for the night and got about 7 hours of sleep. The most we would get throughout the trip...
When we drove into New Orleans the first time, we went over the longest, not to mention the bumpiest, bridge in the world which is 27 miles of bouncing around and hitting head on the roof of the car. We were all pretty excited to get to our camp where we could meet the other churches and all. When we got there, we learned that the guys and the girls were not only in seperate rooms, we were in completely different churches all together... well that sux... Oh well, it's only at night anyway. So our church ended up getting our own room which was pretty cool and we stayed in a sunday school room. It was small but it soon became home. Our place of refuge from the work and the heat. The first day, we went to work with a group called ACORN which was working on rebuilding homes. We got to work in a house that has not been touched since Katrina two years ago. It's sad to think about but even after two years, thousands of homes have not even been entered since the disaster. Anyway, we were working on gutting the house which basically means take down everything except the main structure of the house. So we took out the furniture, personal items, trash left by the floods and then we started work on the walls. This meant grabbing crowbars and breaking them down. It was fun but it was also very emotional. We were tearing down the home that someone had lived in. One of our members had a really hard time with it since she found a picture of the family that had lived there. There were also signs around that said things like "God bless this home". It was pretty tough seeing it but we all knew that this was necessary for rebuilding. After work we finally got to take a shower, which was the highlight of every day since it's SOOOOO FREAKIN HOT!!!! Other than that, everything was basically just getting into the swing of things.
Second day was a lot more of the same thing. Except for one major thing. We got to meet the owners of the house. The mother and daughter in the family were coming to see their home for the first time. She told us that we came at the absolute perfect time since a week later and her home would have beenbulldozed and she would have lost everything. It was touching hearingher testimony but unfortunately, she couldn't stay for long since she had to get to the airport.
The third day weswitched our work sites so that we could mix it up a little bit. Other workcrews went to ACORN while my work crew went to a place called ARC which stands for the Association of Retarded Citizens. Not politicallycorrect, I know, but that's because it is an old facility. Anyway, as you can probably tell, it's a place for mentally handicappedpeople to stay for the day while their families work or whatever. Honestly, when i firstwent there, I was thinking,"oh geez... retards... that's just great. I have to spend my day with a bunch of people that don't make any sense at all and can'teven think straight." Now after the experience, i feel awful for even thinking somethinglike that.One of the most important things i feel that i learned over the weekwas thatmentally handicapped people are still people and they still have feelings just like you or me. Just because they don't think the same way as you or I do and don't see the worldlike we do, doesn't mean they areany less important. My time at ARC was my favorite time throughout the trip by far and I became friends with several of the people there. One man, his name was Chuck, was the funniest guy there. When we first got there, i decided to go play Bingo with some of the people and I ended up sitting next to Chuck. He was instantly attached and wanted to go with me everywhere. Throughout most of the Bingo game he was holding my hand and it was like he was a child. He also hada really hard time communicating and often spoke through numbers or hand signals. One of the few things he could say was this great "eh eh... yeah". It's obviously hard to explain it in words but whenever he said that (which was a lot. Basically whenever we said anything to him), his face just lit up and he was so happy. It was amazing. Just from saying something to him, it was like that was the best thing that ever happened to him. There were obviously other people there and most of them, just as amazing as Chuck but I realize that this is becoming an incredibly long post. One guy i do want to mention was a man named Reggie. He has Cerebral Palsy which means he is paralyzed in a lot of his body. However, despite this, he is an absolutely brilliant man. He can beat anyone at checkers and he is now learning chess which he is becoming very good at rather quickly.
The fourth day was also the same basic work day but the major event here was the foot washing ceremony. This is where I start bringing in my religion quite a bit so bear with me if you don't believe the same things I do. In the bible, one of the major parts of the story of Jesus was a time shortly before Jesus' death. Jesus knew he was going to die and wanted to impart his teachings much quicker than he had before so he gathered all his disciples and told them he was going to wash their feet. This was often the job for slaves or servants during biblic times and the disciples were mostly horrified. Peter, often known as the brash and most hardcore disciple of them all, spoke out saying that he would not let Jesus wash his feet because of the shame. But Jesus said that if you will not understand it now but you will soon. He said that if they would not allow him to wash their feet, they have no business being his disciples. And so the disciples all allowed Jesus to wash their feet. Jesus then said that just as he has served them, they must go and serve others. Obviously, this is a big deal as far as mission trips go since we are basically following this teaching of Jesus to the tee. Therefore, on the mission trip, the adult leaders from our church would go around and wash the youth's feet. This ceremony, tradition or whatever you want to call it, is really meaningful to me for personal reasons so as in the past, it meant a lot to me that we did this. Somehow during it, we turned into a church web of people hugging one another and it showed that we were all connected. No matter what happened, we would all be there for one another. It was extremely moving and extremely emotional.
On Friday we left New Orleans and returned to Picayune to spend our last night before the long plane ride home. We all had a lot to digest and a lot of spent a lot of time alone to sort out how we felt about the trip as a whole. Our last night passed and all of us were exhausted from the 6 hours of sleep we got every night and the long work days. Yesterday, we all got home safely with all of our luggage (there was some concern over whether or not our luggage would be on this plane or another plane as it was over-filled) and parted. We met again today in church (so another day with not much sleep X_x) and discussed what happened on the trip. So that's basically where I am now.
I'm glad I wrote this blog as it really did help me sort out my thoughts as well. Anyway, as far as video games go,I haven't yet seen anything from E3 but I have caught up on the Super Smash Bros. Brawl site. Extremely dissapointed that it won't be released till December 3rd but that's the way things go right? I'll probably watch all the stuff i can tomorrow, but no promises. Also, that's probably when i'll return to your guys' blogs and the everything cool forums (which you should check out if you haven't already! Link is in my last post). Thank you for reading all that and I hope you weren't too bored. Peace all. g' night...
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