I admit I took very simple things for granted. I grew up with almost everything provided for me – I consider myself as one of those “lucky” people probably born with a silver spoon in my mouth. I depended too much on household helps that it took me 22 years to realize that I don’t know how to survive without someone to rely on. This is what I have learned in Cebu for my week long exposure as a work crew in Young Life Oktober Kamp 2012 – and from the couple of camps I attended this year.
This is how we serve rice… 🙂
I NEVER WASH THE DISHES AT HOME.
I don’t like the smell of leftover food nor the feel of the greasy oil sliding down the plate. I don’t like rubbing my hands on yucky textures especially wet rice grains falling off the utensils. Most of all, I don’t like to tire myself from doing such a chore.
Observing before doing anything prior to dishwashing. lol
I NEVER COOK FOOD NOR PREPARE RICE FOR EVERYBODY.
I always had that thought that somebody will always prepare it for me. I don’t know who – but there’s always someone. In times that there’s none, I have that thought that “Yeah, I might as well eat out.”
I NEVER SET THE TABLE OR ARRANGE THE CHAIRS.
“Why should I tire myself from setting the table or arranging the chairs, if there’s someone to do that for me?”
I NEVER SERVE BREAKFAST, LUNCH, OR DINNER.
Whenever I had the chance to eat, everything is already in place. All I needed to do was to dig in and burp. That’s all.
Joining some of these highschool kids during the banquet.
I NEVER SWEEP OR MOP THE FLOOR.
I have no idea why I don’t but I have this feeling that I always depend on the household help. That’s the sad reality.
Behind us are the “common” bathroom for everyone. Imagine cleaning those! 🙂
I NEVER EVER CLEAN OUR BATHROOM.
“Who wants to, anyway? Do you really want to get your hands dirty and wet?”
All those “I never…” statements made me sound like a typical spoiled kid. Maybe I am and I really don’t want to admit it.
Well, guess what?
This was our team in Bacolod City. Same work. 🙂
I washed hundreds and hundreds of plates, bowls, cups, utensils and everything else. I prepared rice good for around 200 people, endured the steam as it wipes my face with mist. I carried stacks of mono bloc chairs back and forth including large tables, and set up the area neatly. I served breakfast, lunch, and dinner with complimentary interaction with the campers and refilling their empty cups with water. I swept the floor as if I was Cinderella, swept it clean and mopped it several times a day. Of course, I tidied up the bathrooms, picked up pieces of undesirable trash, and made it look unused. I never cared if my back hurts nor if my hands were inflamed and peeling, nor the awful smell of rotten fish insides thrown outside, nor the scorching heat. I never cared as long as I am doing them correctly.
Everything that I did during those few days, I did all for the glory of God. With my experience, I became a better person. I became conscious of myself as a servant of the Lord. Above all, I was deeply changed – physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually. It was truly a turning point.
I say, it is never too late to try and get out of your comfort zone. Life lessons like these are some PERKS of traveling… It’s great to be a part of something beautiful… 🙂