Personal Narrative: My Mission Trip To Mexico

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At first, I believed I wouldn’t be able to go to Mexico to teach a vacation bible school. An act of God created a last-minute opening and began an opportunity that I believe has shaped me most. The first year of the mission trip taught me the life changing importance of stepping out of my comfort zone. My freshman year I connected with people from all over the country and a small region of Mexico. This amazing opportunity also created memories and perspectives that will never fade. A year passed, and this time a whole new person faced this mission trip with excitement and pride. I, Morgan Stockman, am blessed with the opportunity of going from eastern Iowa to Mexico, bringing love and guidance towards God to small children without speaking

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