Living at the bottom may seem disagreeable to some people. During my experience on the 2006 TPS Honduras mission trip, my life, as well as the life of my comrades, consisted of a livable and enjoyable situation. Our position was stationed at the end of every line and at the beginning of every task. Although this experience may sound unprofitable, our needs were met and our lives content. Throughout the whole week, I joyfully put others first and served in a knightly manner.

From the start of the trip, I quickly found my position in the group—at the bottom. Now, I was not alone down there for my newfound friends joined me. We numbered seven young men who did not complain the entire week and who soon found that they liked it. Like all things, food is an important item and as if pulled by gravity it all fell into our pits. As the young women went up to gather their food, I would sit patiently and wait for their return. When the line seemed adequately low, the rest of the men and I would charge forward and take our long awaited prize. This we would eat and then, if we were lucky, the girls would pass their unwanted food to us.

During the packing time, I had an excellent chance to meet new Honduran friends. As I would load the bags onto the Land Cruisers, I would attempt to communicate with them and learn some new words. This time brought me and my other bottom-of-the-chain friends really close to each other and our Honduran acquaintances together. From this position, I was able to assist in the best way I know how—physical labor. Brainpower is not my specialty, but I am always willing to lend a helping hand moving luggage and gear.

As stated above, life on the bottom was not that dreadful after all. Through a serving attitude and a love for my fellow Christians, I was glad to help in any way possible. When the food came down, or the luggage went up, I considered it my duty to assist the team to move more efficiently. When all was said and done, I believe I got the better end of the deal. I was taken care of, fed, and allowed to sleep “sometimes.” This was all I needed to be happy during life on the bottom.

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