Writing about something that had a positive influence on me was rather difficult for me. To be honest, I didn't know where to start. It was hard to pinpoint an exact moment where I began to question my values, my perspective on certain aspects, and overall my character. In the end, after tedious amounts of scribbling and doodling, I picked a time that to this day I remember and will continue to remember for as long as I live. When I was entering high school, my pastor had given me the opportunity to go to Mexico with other kids, older than me, to evangelize to the people of Mexico. Me going to Mexico wasn't about actually evangelizing to the people there, but rather to look cool in front of the older people and get it over with so that I could put this "trip" on my high school transcript. We spent months preparing for this "trip." The older kids took this very seriously and there I was being immature about everything. At that moment I couldn't understand why everyone else was taking this "trip" so seriously. We were scheduled to leave for Mexico in August and every day up till then seem to be more demanding than the day before. Finally, the day had come for us to depart for Mexico.
             I remember stepping onto the plane, the excitement I felt because this to me was just another trip to a foreign country. I did not understand the actual importance of this trip. Upon arriving at the airport in Mexico, I immediately felt different. Besides the change in temperature, the people there just looked at us differently. Maybe it was the fact that a bunch of Korean people just came to a Mexican country. But on a serious note, everything was different for me. When we arrived at the house we were staying in, I was appalled at what we were going to be living in for the next two week. Three floors of no carpeting, no seating for the toilet, f
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