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Personal Narrative: My Trip To Tanzania

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I went to Tanzania when I was just fifteen. I didn’t know much about who I was or who I wanted to be, but I went without anyone I knew personally overseas to serve unreached people groups. I had an idea that I wanted to go into medicine, but I had no idea what kind. I spent over a week growing a relationship with children in a village that spoke no English and had never met Americans. I taught children upwards of thirteen how to color and watched as they were content to color for hours with just one crayon. One of the last days we were there, a little boy was running to greet us as he always did. He cut his foot on a rock and it started to bleed. As usual, I had a fun colored band aid in my bag. I used a wipe to clean it and placed the bandage

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