If I could tell my life story to one person I would tell it to my friend, Nancy. Nancy is in her early twenties and I have always looked up to her as a role model, but I don’t think that she knows this. I would tell my story to her because she has impacted my life in so many ways, but she has no idea. So much of what I do and so many of the decisions I’ve made in the eight years that I’ve known her have been impacted by her in one way or another. I would love to tell her and explain to her how she has affected my life and how much I appreciate her.
I would start my story when I was in Mexico on a mission trip. We were building a house for a family living outside of Tijuana. The last day on the worksite all of the neighborhood kids that we had gotten to know were hanging around. One boy, Fortino, who was about 11 asked when we were leaving. I said “mañana” and he looked away and hit a wall. It was heartbreaking to me to see that, but it was good to know that my group and I had made a positive impact on the kids in Mexico. I want to start my story here because it was a turning moment for me in my life. I value relationships so much more now because, like my relationship with those kids in Mexico, I don’t know how long the relationships I have with people here will last. I want Nancy to know that because she’s had such an impact on me, I’m now trying my best to leave a positive impact on people younger than me, like those kids in Mexico.
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