Costa Rica Narrative

It was six in the morning when we landed in San José, Costa Rica. Even though we looked like the walking dead, we felt anything but dead. We were filled with excitement from head-to-toe with .what the week would bring We hopped on buses that took us to Uvita, Costa Rica, where we would remain for the rest of the week. When we arrived at the bungalows in Uvita we were given the room arrangements. Once we got settled in we started right away with the mission work. Throughout the duration of the trip we visited people, gave out baskets filled essential items, and did some other volunteer work. The experience of seeing poverty that’s foreign to me in the United States, truly opened my eyes. Before Costa Rica the only poverty I was exposed to
When we went to hand out Hands of Mercy Baskets and converse with the locals my eyes were opened to what people actually had. There was hardly anything within the homes. Most of the home’s floors were made out of cement, not rugs or carpets, just cement. Some of these homes did have beds or the only bed they had was an old hammock. I was completely filled with sadness knowing that these people had practically nothing and back home I would complain about things that were insignificant to what these Costa Ricans had to deal with. I think what definitely made me realize that these Costa Ricans are much better off than me, is the attitude that they carried. The locals knew that they may not be the richest people monetary status wise, but rich in happiness. They were so content with what they had and it truly made me realize how blessed I am. I realized that it’s not how much you have that defines you, it’s how happy you are with with what you have that defines you. I realized that I am beyond blessed to have the life that I have and Costa Rica made me more grateful for what I have. I was shown that these Costa Ricans are richer than what I’ll be, because of the hope and gratefulness they showed