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My second trip to Guatemala was 2 years ago, Dylan and I came when I was 2 and Dylan was 5, but we didn’t remember anything from it. So we came when I was in the end of 6th grade. We were here for 2 weeks, but I didn’t really get it. I wanted to go so that I could hang out with my cousins who I didn’t see much of at all, about a few times in a year. I also wanted to go so that I could miss a week of school. I didn’t really think about going there to help the people. I don’t really remember much of that trip now, but I remember I had a lot of fun with my cousins. So when my dad asked if this was what we wanted to do with our lives, I said yes. I didn’t really think about my friends I was leaving behind or my family I wasn’t going to see for a while or all the work and sacrifices you have to put into being a missionary, I just thought about the new adventures that awaited and how much fun I was going to have. So we got there and it was so different from our normal life style. I never relieved it, until last year but Americans take so much for granted. I mean in America everyone drives around in there big fancy cars. When they get home they just walk over to the fridge, grab a Coke then position themselves right in front of their big flat screen television. Here, in Guatemala the people would dream of even having enough money to own a car or even have electricity to be able to plug in a television. We complain when were too hot, or too cold. Here, when its hot, the people here can’t just walk inside and turn up the air conditioning or when its cold they can’t just put on their thick fur jacket and gloves. When we haven’t eaten for a couple of hours we say that we are “starving”, while there in the mountains some of the people and kids are dying from starvation but you don’t hear them complaining. Since we’ve been missionaries I’ve realized how lucky we are and how much we take for granted.