Lindsay Miller
February 11th-15th, 2016
Menlo Church
Brett Koerten
bkoerten@menlo.church
I was a little more prepared for my
return trip to Mexicali my junior year. I was anxious to know if any of the
local kids I met last year will remember me. The countless Facebook messages I
received from the kids gave me hope, even if I could barely understand them.
Sure enough, one little boy named Edgar came running up to me right when I got
to the village. I could tell that he was hiding something behind his back and
he wore a sheepish smile on his face. He reached out his hand and proudly gave
me a blue and yellow paper-woven heart that he had made at school.
Many people ask me if my trip to Mexicali
made me grateful for everything I have and tell me that it’s so special that I
help people “less fortunate” than I am. However, the lessons I gained and
changes I underwent while in Mexicali have a much deeper meaning for me. I
believe that the villagers are actually more fortunate than most people I know
back home because of their collective happiness. None of them were focused on
work or success but instead prioritized their families and friends, which is
what makes their communities so strong and happy. I felt really rewarded after helping
the villagers but also felt like I had learned something from them.








