I was born and raised in El Salvador, the smallest country in Central America. After I moved to Ohio, I returned to my home country many times to visit my family and friends that I had left behind. I also devoted some of my time to participating in missions trips to various countries. In 2014, I received the opportunity to go back to my native land again and serve as interpreter to a group of doctors and nurses. We worked alongside “Compasión,” a branch of King’s Castle Ministries. This ministry was created to provide medical services to people that weren’t able to access it or had a difficult time doing so. You may ask, “How can this be?” Well, the quality of medical intervention in El Salvador can differ according to people’s socioeconomic status, distance from a hospital, and/or their prolonged wait time once they reach the healthcare center, which could take the whole day.
On my first day there, I, like every member of the team, was astounded to see hundreds of people wanting to be treated by a doctor. Every day we went to a different town; to our surprise, it touched our hearts to see such a large number of individuals gather to be seen by the medical professionals. It was also difficult to learn about their living situations. Honestly, I didn’t think this trip was going to affect me much. I thought I knew plenty about the language and the culture, but the way that people reacted to our good deeds overwhelmed my mind and heart. Even though they suffered from illnesses, they seemed happy; with tears in their eyes, they showed their gratitude. Some of them even brought us small fruits as gifts. This meant so much to them because they didn’t have much to spare, since the majority lived in severe poverty. Perhaps, my initial intention in going was to give back to people in need, but ironically I received the wisdom to be grateful in any circumstance in life.