The memories of my first trip to Ometepec in 1996 are still vibrant in my mind. I was a volunteer on that first trip and it changed my life's path in a wonderful way. I have been back to Mexico over 26 times now, and each time I notice what an impact the experience has on first timers. My emotions were running so high I wrote a poem during the flight home. Through the years I have received heartfelt notes from team members. In this blog I have included my poem along with several others I have received from team members through the years.
Ometepec, Guerrero, Mexico
Medical Mission Trip
Looking back on my trip to Ometepec, certain things stand
out in my mind. The dedication of those who came from all
walks of life joined as a team to help their fellow mankind. The
rhythm of the group was a joyous flow of energy focused toward
finding each other’s strengths and talents, and joining them to
become a healing dedicated team.
We felt God’s embrace as we watched the people waiting
patiently for hours, even days, for their turn. They
never complained. I remember looking at their hardened,
brown feet and wondered what their lives had been like. After
bending down to cover their feet, I would look at their faces.
Words didn’t need to be exchanged. The grateful expressions
of gratitude and their smiling eyes let me know what they were
thinking. After their surgeries, with tear stained eyes, they
would hug us. We never knew if they were hurting. They were
so humble and appreciative. Many had walked for miles and
were probably hungry, yet, they never asked us for anything.
We did not want anything for the work we did, but we will
never be the same. Kinds words exchanged will not be
forgotten. The special hugs when we said goodbye will be
embedded in our hearts. Our spiritual lives have been enriched
and, hopefully, we will always remember the feelings we felt on