I thought you may like to read a prospective of my 17-year-old granddaughter on her first mission trip to the third-world country:
“I have found out some interesting things while staying in the Philippines – they do not ever use knives – only spoons and forks. Their “ketchup” is mixed with mashed bananas. Seeing cockroaches float in the toilet, ants on your sheets, and geckos climbing the walls is perfectly normal. You must never flush toilet paper down the toilet, because the pipes are so small that it will clog them up. We learned this from experience. And warm/hot showers are not in style here, so they don’t provide them.
“There is just so much to see and hear – and some of it about breaks my heart. Yesterday we had to travel for two hours to get to this small village and left Butuan to go up into the mountains/hills. We passed through villages with houses that look like a puff of wind would carry them away. Children playing in the road, pigs, goats and cows roaming the hills, and people bathing in the ditches by the road. I saw a little girl who was about 5 years old carrying a baby and leading her little brother down the road. It makes me so ashamed and humble to see such poverty when I have so much. Mom, tell the kids that they are not allowed to complain over what’s for dinner.”