My Trip To Nicaragua

My father had cardiac problems. He used to Nicaragua. I was eleven when he suffered a stroke. Immediately my brother toke him to the hospital but there was not a cardiologist not a neurologist available. The only neurologist available was in Managua the capital which is approximately four hours away from Jinotega It was too late when we arrived to Managua he had passed away. Three hours later he started breathing .That was defiantly miracle. My father had an intestinal surgery two weeks after. Then he returned back to the U.S. My Father couldn’t move half of his body and he was losing weight. He saw the doctor and they found out that, Nicaraguan surgeon mistakenly left a small residue of a contaminated gauge in his body due to that my father

My parents have always raised me to be grateful for what I have. I live in a safe and wealthy town with a superior education system, I have amazing friends and family, a roof over my head, and proper food and clothing.

Imagine a time where you were at your lowest, a time in your life that nothing seemed to make

Right after graduating, I left the country for the first time and traveled to Isla Mujeres, Mexico. Isla Mujeres is small a tropical island near the coast of Cancun. I dove to the bottom of the sea floor and climbed to the top of massive rocks. The island is about five miles long, so the majority of people there use golf carts to get around. I also pursued my interest in my photography while I was there and captured my whole trip. I spent hours editing the film and ended up with a stunning production. I worked for The Tylor Bailey Band at the Country On The River Music Festival, and gained a lot of experience from the opportunity. I worked my first job as a Sales Associate at Urban Outfitters. I took as many shifts as I could over to the summer

Nicaragua is a country located in Central America, and it stretches from the Pacific Ocean all the way to the Caribbean Sea. Nicaragua's area is 50,337 mi2. A majority of Nicaraguans live in a fertile region situated near the Pacific Ocean. In this region is the city of Managua, Nicaragua's capital and largest city (Euraque).

They say home is where the heart is and I’ve found out to be very true last year. I stayed in Palacagüina, Nicaragua for three months with an absolutely wonderful family with four of my friends. The five hour bus ride up to the dry dusty Nicaraguan mountains made me think this was quite an uneventful place. Don’t get me wrong.. Palacagüina is quite a boring place but the people there are so real and so truly amazing and it brings so much light to that city. Nicaragua has a way of making everything brighter. As soon as we met our family we were staying with they made us feel right at home and apart of their family. They started loving on us like my parents or any of my family would, which was so comforting.

Much to my surprise, it had not taken a lot to convince my dad to let me tag along on a mission trip to Guatemala with him. The company my dad worked for, Family Christian Stores, held multiple mission trips each year to various locations. My dad had already been to Mexico, and was assigned to a group going to Guatemala next. Upon learning that I wanted to go, he assured me that it would not be a trip full of sightseeing or activities, but rather a time to give back to a community in need. After promising that I understood the hard work that would be involved, my dad agreed to let me

My thoughts and aspirations towards my future not only involve my success, but the success of the world around me as result of my education. I strive to become a person who utilizes his knowledge to help others succeed. After recently completing my first mission trip to Haiti this past summer I realized that this is what I aspire to do with my life. I went to a place of poverty and sickness, and envisioned solutions that would solve some of the issues that are plaguing Haiti. This defining moment happened while I was sitting in a temporary shelter, I realized how desperate the living conditions were for these people, and at that moment I was moved to help, but how? I was a seventeen year old boy with minimal experience and lack of funding

I’ve always thought of myself as a person who has a interesting background and childhood. My childhood would consist of fails, near death experiences, and anything crazy or out of the ordinary from other people’s childhoods. Most of my days would consist of going to school, seeing something amazing or crazy, go home, and do homework. Occasionally, I would go to the park where i would explore new places or just walk around and try to make new friends. Most of the time, I would just explore my surroundings and enjoy nature as much as I can. Whenever I would go to El Salvador, I would walk around in big forest and enjoy how fresh the air is. The air over in the countryside is pure and makes you feel at peace due how low the co2 levels are in

Serving other people has always been one of the most important things to me. What I would consider one of my most cherished project was a mission trip I took to Jinotega, Nicaragua. I went on this mission trip during the summer between my sophomore and junior year of high school. I was beyond worried going into the trip, my fears of something going wrong were over taking the joy I knew I would be bringing to the people there. Not only would I be going to a country I knew little about, but it was my first time out of the country ever. I pushed all of those feelings to the back of my mind because I knew that I would be protected and enjoy my time there.

In tenth grade I was enrolled in conformation class at my parish church. This was the first time I had really started getting involved with my Church parish. The big event everyone was talking about for the upcoming summer was the mission trip to Jamaica. My first thoughts about this trip were to stay away from it. I found myself not wanting to get involved with a huge event like this. Leaving the United States is something that I have never done before. A whole week away from home is something that scared me at the time. I kept it in the back of my head throughout the year and the time came to make my decision. The decision I made would, without me realizing it, change my life forever. My trip to Jamaica would teach me just how blessed I am.

In the fall of 2014 I was presented with the opportunity to go on a missions trip to Zambia. We had a few meetings about this trip and interest grew. Next thing I knew it was March of 2015 and I was headed off to Haiti. Plans had changed but I could never have imagined what great impact this would have on my life.

I went on my first mission trip when I was thirteen years old. As a child myself, I did not fully understand the inequalities I saw; I merely recognized they were there. I felt a deep empathy for the children who had lived vastly different and harder lives than me. There were kids my own age who wore shoes that were three sizes too small, who walked a mile to school, and who faced constant adversity socially, economically, and personally. I questioned: what made us so different that I would never share a similar experience?

During my trip to Latin America I will be visiting five different countries. The countries I am visiting are Dominican Republic, Peru, Brazil/Argentina, Chile and Ecuador. The total amount of money I spent on traveling, food, hotels, and other expenses was $9,316.71. When going to each of these countries they were all so much different from one another. By going there you could tell which countries were poorer than other countries, from the prices on hotels and food. Although some of the countries were poorer than other they each were beautiful and offered so much to see and learn from the people that lived there. In Peru there was a lot more tradition and cultures vs dominican republic which was more of an up to date place and had a lot more

I was standing on a hill looking at the horrible town of West Point in Liberia, and I was starting to rethink my career as a journalist. . “This is the worst place I’ve ever seen,” I said.