Agape Day 3!

Today we woke up the crack of dawn in order to live like a migrant worker.... Luckily we didn't have to spend 15 hours in the field we only spent four hours. After four hard hours of labor we were dismissed. We were "paid" wages similar to a farm workers wage. In the simulation last night we were split up into families, today as families we had to buy our own dinner to show how hard it is to spend minimal amounts of money. So my family, "The Hernandez's" decided to have spaghetti for dinner... along with five other families. After dinner we went and played with the migrant workers children which was by far the best part of the day. As our cars rolled up they screamed and ran outside. They couldn't wait to see us and we could tell that we were the best part of their day like it was ours seeing them. They all loved dodgeball... Dan didn't enjoy it because he "hurt" his shoulder. A little bit of help goes a long way. This trip is very exuberable (An Agape word).
-Ryan

Goood evenin' this is blogger B (Bubba) and today our fellow companions woke up at 5:15 in the morning. As you know our agape identity's were MIA, we were all now known as our own separate families going out to work on the farm to make our living, yippee! To keep it short there were four different jobs, watering, soil making (from poopie), raspberry weeding, and seeding. Good news, they are all muscle making jobs! The other news, we were out there for a total of four hours which in comparison to a real migrant worker really brings out the respect and awww when you're out there living it. Why? I'll get to that later.
After our fun laboring day in the beautiful organic farmlands, our families finally got to SHOWER! MMM it felt so so so nice and squeaky clean. Once showered we all stopped at the one and only grocery outlet. To our surprise each family was paid for their hard work... three dollars each person..... minus a lil for bills and such..... to keep it clear my Hernandez family ended up with ten dollars! But with that we had to pay for a meal that we could make dinner for the whole family and there were six. It ended up a happy ending because most families put their thoughts together and made spaghetti, woohoo, and by working together we got the job done. Having one of the best dinners made by ourselves.

To end our fabulous day we went out to a actual migrant farm that had the housing, huge farmlands, and families. Our goal, go out and serve God by doing what we do best, making someone happy. Once again a smile never fails to bring joy to ones heart, and by the end of the night we all had made new friendships that will never be forgotten, not to mention a new light to our eyes, especially my own.

So bringing me back to "why?" Is because after experiencing and seeing how the migrant workers live, there's not much to feel but a huge emotion that is almost unexplainable. What I mean is that those families living out on the farms are inspiration because together they may not have much but they have each other. All the lil kids watch out for the younger siblings (not to mention the family because most of the children are the only ones that speak and understand english), and all the mothers take care of their homes (or what they call home), while all the fathers work, work, work (for so lil pay) to make a living . In my eyes I feel that as great as our food collections are going to help them, it's not going to help the more important issues as to working so hard to keep on going. A question to ponder tonight. What can I do to keep those smiles on everybody's face? To look closer into their lives and see if perhaps we can help them to move forward. Although nobody wants to admit they want help because we all want to be independent, everybody needs help, and anybody deserves it. Goodnight (:
-Blogger B. (Is getting ready for another adventure!)