On the 9th of August through the 17th of last year, I along with Ashton Paetzold, Deacon Jerry, Fr. Michael, my father Rodolfo Carrasco, and two seminary bound students, Matt Pena, and Joe Charley, had taken a trip to one of the poorest countries in South
America, Honduras. It's a very tropical country, and the majority of the people don't have access to health care systems like hospitals, dentists and places like that. Down there if you get suck you either sit down and tough it out while drinking a "natural" herb tea. It was by god's grace to fulfill his duty, and make every step that we could, count. Being there for a week, this trip is truly one I could say will really mold me and shape me, to guide me in every aspect of my life.
This trip really knocked something in my head. It helped me realize of how blessed we are to be born here in the US of A. Right now we are MILLIONAIRES living in paradise compared to these people. We are, were so blessed to have just the simple thingsthat we take for granite, and we don't even realize it. Like a TV, or Computer, there's a lot of people out there that are hypnotized by that screen, Or like the second knob in the shower, the clothes over our skin, and the roofs over our heads. Just these few things bring tears
to our eyes. We have the privilege to go to daily mass, and these people get lucky if they have mass once every six months. How sad is that? It also helped me realize that just being present
in the face of god's people is a miracle to them. It brings happiness from all
directions into their eyes. These people are so loving, they hug you for every little thing, and their always around you, almost like a child of your own. Somehow you communicate with these people, and towards the end it's all kicks and giggles. It honestly felt like someone had tied a rope
around your heart and pulled really hard. It hurt just to see that these people don't have anything to give but they give their compassion, and just pour-out their hearts to you. It really takes me back to the lesson that Christ taught us, to love your neighbor, as you love yourself. (Mt. 22:39) In Honduras, there is no last name because we are all like a huge family. To
Finish pouring cement in just a half-a-day really felt great. We carried one
bucket at a time, and believe it or not it gets you exhausted. Thank god they had water, just enough to pick up your second wind, and keep on keepin' on. But at the same time, your drenched in your own sweat. It's Like slow-motion when you see that sweat bubble falling from your head. We wanna stop but deep inside something tells you that it'll be alright, and for you to hold the wave of enemies one last time for the better of these people. There towards the end I realized that these people are the apple of God's eye, you can really see and feel the presence of the Lord when you look at them straight in the eye. When our time expired in Urraco Pueblo
I did NOT want to leave at all. it felt like I had known these people forever. I know that if I had to, I would go back to Honduras, because this is what I love doing and I am Glad. I encourage everyone and anyone to consider this trip, It's a great experience with people from another country, and it really opens up your heart for anything that comes your way...
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