Yay! I got back from my mission trip on July 24. It was really cool. I was working at a nursing home and it almost made me cry to see all these people who need help turning on their TV! (I don't know how I would survive!!)
Anyways, I met this really nice deaf lady named Alma. I wanted to bring her home with me! I kept on having to write down things on a dry erase board so she could read it!
Another thing I learned was that old people can be really mean. I know that once you get old you start to go crazy and stuff, but I think they could have appreciated the fact that I was trying to help them. I went to go help a lady play bingo but another lady at the table shouted at me, "Just leave her alone!" Geez. Everyone in the room turned to look at us (at least, those that heard or those that could turn around in their wheelchairs.).
The last night was really sad. The counselors washed your the group leaders feet and the group leaders washed your feet. It was supposed to be like the Last Supper, when Jesus washed his disciples feet. The youth director for my church, Renee, washed mine. They washed your feet in the warm water (which felt really good after swimming in cold Lake Superior) and then said a prayer. A counselor was playing sad music in the background on her acoustic.
Everyone got up once they were done crying and ready to go to bed. I was the last one in the quiet gym, along with Renee, another kid's mom, and the church pastor. I stared at the lamp burning in the corner, and I silently prayed a short sentence, over and over again.
I promise to do better, Jesus. I promise.
~Kim~
P.S. We didn't end up staying in a hotel. We slept in a 140-year-old prebysterian church that leaked sand on our heads. Yes, that's right. Sand.
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