I admit I’ve never been one for the south. Born and raised in New York, I am a definite city girl at heart. Concrete jungles seem to suite me more than country sides ever will, and I can’t say that it’ll ever be any different. But I gained a new perspective last summer when I finally stepped out of my urban bubble to take a trip further south.
In August of 2009, I took a trip to Virginia with a few classmates and teachers from my school to help with a project for Habitat for Humanity. Habitat for Humanity is an organization that helps people who can’t afford to pay for a home by building a brand new house for them or by refurnishing old apartments, providing them with a place to stay and an incredibly low mortgage.
We knew that we would be working on a house, but we really didn’t know what to expect. After passing a few cornfields and maybe a cemetery or two, we pulled up to a small construction site. At this point, we couldn't even tell that the structure there was supposed to be a house. Instead it appeared to be a bunch of boards nailed together and standing up in the heat of the Virginia sun. But little did we know that over the course of the next week, we would successfully add a roof, a deck, and a shed to this work in progress. It was amazing, and just finding out what a bit of teamwork could accomplish in such a short amount of time astounded me.
This trip changed my view of the world not only because I found out just what teenagers could accomplish with a bit of direction, but it also helped me to see that people in need are everywhere. The underprivileged aren't just in developing countries. They are here in Maryland and farther south in Virginia, as well. And there are a lot of ways to help them. One day when we were building, we had the chance to meet the woman who would be living in the home that we were working on. She was very excited, and didn't hesitate to show us which rooms she had planned to give her son and daughter who were also eagerly awaiting their new house.
And as I learned, a bit of southern hospitality goes a long way. One afternoon a few of the local people from the area where we were building threw a dinner for us. They were grateful for what we were doing, and they showed it by feeding us a traditionally home-cooked meal, complete with their own gelatin and whipped cream creation known as pretzel salad, and by giving a few speeches of gratitude. Their hospitality was heartwarming, and I haven’t forgotten it since.
All in all, this trip was a great chance for me to step outside of my comfort zone, and I will never forget the experience or the people I encountered.
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