I became very inspired today at the though of travel.
Traveling has always been a part of my life, and I have been very fortunate to have that. I have gone all over the east coast of the U.S. which is more than most people my age have seen. I love the thought of going some where new and experiencing all that that place has to offer. The most recent trip I had the pleasure of going on was my trip to Louisiana. It was a mission trip through Elizabethtown College that connected with a group called Lend-A-Hand. We went to Houma, Louisiana. There were people there from all walks of life and generations. The disconnected group blended perfectly to create a feeling of family that most members of our group never get to have.
Its kind of suprising how much still needs done down there, and how many people hardly know that there is a problem. When I would tell people that I was going on a mission trip to help with hurricane relief I would often get a dumbfounded reaction coupled with the question, "what are you going down there for? Why do they need help? The hurricane was how long ago?" There aren't many people that even have a clue of the devastation that occurred not only in 9th Ward of New Orleans, but the surrounding cities. It was such an amazing feeling to know that we were helping the people that were forgotten.
That whole trip was absolutely unlike any other I had ever been on. It was my first mission trip, and the first time I was to Louisiana and Tennessee. I had so many eye opening experiences. I loved every minute of that trip.
