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Recently I went on a mission trip to Biloxi, Mississippi with my church. And I have to say, when we left the mission one week after arriving, I found I was a completely different person. Helping the people down there has enabled me put my life back into perspective. For the first time in a long time, I feel almost normal, almost free from anxiety. Thus, I thought it would be a good ideas to share what I’ve learned, because it may inspire you to go do something as meaningful to you as this felt to me. It’s going to be hard to put this into words, but I feel it’s necessary.
In case you don’t know, hurricane Katrina left the most lasting effects on Biloxi, Mississippi. Despite the fact that hurricane Katrina was only category 3, (which seems mild in comparison to hurricane Camille, category 5) in many ways it was more harmful. The amount of water Katrina unleashed into places such as Biloxi was much more devastating. Many people also stayed through Katrina because they figured, after surviving hurricane Camille, Katrina would be nothing. In the end, Katrina ended up killing hundreds more people and leaving many more homeless. It left Biloxi a very poor city where it once was thriving on the seafood industry, and there are still many effects of Katrina lingering today. The mission I was at mostly focuses on rebuilding houses off of the rebuilds. In other words, a lot of other missions and organizations did a lot of “band-aid” work on the houses after Katrina, so the fixes didn’t last very long. In some cases ended up being more harmful than helpful to the house and homeowner. Our job was to fix everything permanently.
I will be perfectly honest: Monday, the first day I was actually at the mission site itself, I wasn’t so sure about this whole trip. I hadn’t gotten to speak much with the homeowner almost at all, meaning I learned nothing. Mostly, I just became overheated, dehydrated and exhausted after getting so used to the cold of Wisconsin. Tuesday was much the same, although I did go to a Katrina memorial. The amount of people listed dead, and the fact that a few were still -to this day- missing, struck something in me.
And then there was Wednesday.
The mission also offers other opportunities, such as working at a soup kitchen, helping people gather things they need from a food pantry, and help people at a shelter. I had signed up with a couple friends to work at the soup kitchen.
What first surprised me is the diversity of the people there. There were all kinds of people, both working in the kitchen, and the poor or homeless that had come for food. I hadn’t really realized up until this point how naive I was about how diverse this world really is, and I liked being able to interact with so many different types of people. Perhaps it was also a little nerve wracking since I am introverted, but in the end, it was all worth it. This was just the beginning.
It wasn’t until the other group showed up that things really changed.
One of the many local casinos, (of whom I will not name here, no matter how badly I want to) came in to serve their own meal. Seems like a kind thing to do, right? Normally I’d agree. But as the woman from our church I was working with put it, if I were them, “I’d take off the diamonds.”
It was obvious they hadn’t come for the right reasons. Many of the woman there wore ridiculously huge high heels, faces caked with makeup and covered in diamonds. The men were dressed in nice dress shirts and pants and looked very clean and orderly. They all wore fake smiles and hardly said a word to the people they were serving. They didn’t care about what they were doing. When everyone was fed, they took one last picture for publicity and then left, without helping during cleanup or anything. It was obvious that they just wanted people to look at their casino and say “Oh, they helped the homeless, how nice! I think I’ll go there tonight!” That was one of the most eye-opening experiences I have ever had. And it’s one that I hope to never have again, though that’s (unfortunately) unlikely.
The next day, someone came in to talk to our mission group about the difference between doing a job just for the sake of doing it, and doing a job because you care about the people influenced by it. I don’t think anyone on the team that went to that kitchen needed any convincing on how important that difference is.
Source: https://www.psychologicalscience.org/news/releases/helping-others-dampens-the-effects-of-everyday-stress.html
Ever since then, I’ve been working hard to forget myself for a while. Not ignoring myself completely; Denying myself of things I need isn’t going to help anyone. But sometimes, helping out other people makes you realize that your problems aren’t as big as you thought they were. No matter who you are, there is always someone out there who has it worse than you do. That’s the real reason I think my anxiety has gone down, when you’d think it would have gone up with traveling and all that. I’m not saying that if you’re in pain, it doesn’t matter. I’m not saying that at all. But sometimes, your pain can let up a little when you shift your focus elsewhere.
After all these months, my life is finally back on the track I want it to be. And the happiness I feel didn’t even come from solving my own problems.
“Help others achieve their dreams and you will achieve yours.” -Les Brown