What has the World Race been for me? It’s been uncomfortable, wild, fun, and it has stretched me like crazy. I’m pretty sure that I could think of a million more adjectives to describe it but those are 1st ones that come to mind. As a squad and as a team we have experienced quite a bit together.
We got to meet our wonderful ministry contacts at Agape in Action who have treated the 60+ of us like family. Through Agape in Action, we met our specific contact Sally, her husband Irv, and their daughter Sarah. Sally lives in a town called Pazibaul, which is about an hour and a half away from where we were staying. She owns a local clinic in the middle of the mountains for the native people that live in the mountains. On Tuesdays and Thursdays Sally opens up her clinic and from 7 in the morning to 5 in the evening, she is loving on and helping the native people of Pazibaul In any way that she can. She is passionate about what she does and its extremely obvious.
Everyday we traveled to this clinic and it was definitely an experience each time. Our traveling consisted of 16 of us hopping on a public van a couple of miles to get into another van that would take us 45 minutes away. This van was always jammed pack with people and always filled with fun. The most we counted at one time was 28 people; we Americans highly underestimate the space of a van. After we got off the van, we then got into the back of a truck and drove 20 minutes up and into the mountains. Over the span of the 3 weeks of riding in the back of these trucks, we found a specific driver who we liked and continued to go back to him every day. We got his phone number and we would call him every morning and every evening after ministry. He would come pick us up and take us to that van that we all crammed into. His name is Manu, he lived in the states for a couple of years, has a son and is married. We got to meet his son a couple of times and that was a blessing. His 4 year old son Jason would ride in the back of the truck with every once and a while and we would just love on him and make him laugh.
At our ministry site in the mountains, at the clinic, we were painting and making it look nice. Painting was a great time, and it was extremely rewarding because as we painted we could see our progress. But painting was not the only thing that we were able to do. We also had the privilege to teach English. 
15 minutes away from the clinic was a small school with grades kindergarten to about 7th or 8th grade. There were eight classrooms, so one or two of us went into each room and tried to teach English the best way we knew how to these kids. Most of the time they just laughed at us, but the important thing is that relationships were built.
We taught them secret handshakes, made them laugh, got to know their names, played soccer, and through our actions showed them Jesus.
How I will miss Jimmy, Luciano, Anderson, Alex, Kevin, Nelson, and Fredy.
