We submerged ourself into daily tricky situations, whether we succeed or fail. The only thing that remains with us, is faith. We can succeed wherever we are and whichever the scenery. Some people have the wrong idea that the atmosphere will make them change or will pressure them to change; but it is not true. Every person has its own values, good or bad means different things to many people. I used to be in a Christian catholic group. I went two consecutive years to Comayagua and Santa Barbara, a place in my country (Honduras, CA), extremely poor, where many believers and non-believers lived.  
With my assigned group we did some changes in this people lives. On Thursday of Easter week I remember of visiting house by house, door by door to pray for the people living in each house and socializing with them. It was sad watching all this kids, with their faces burned and hiding from us. How can someone live the way they did lived and probably they still. We cant stay idly watching poverty. Sometimes we can’t only help with money and materials, but also with words, when I was there next to this old lady while she explained how hard her life was, was speechless. My life is a baby story next to hers. I love writing, I write for free in Tablo and Hello Poetry, I have this dream of someday becoming a beautiful poet and publishing my own book of poems and tell about this people, describing their faces and smiles. Some kids where happy playing in the river while most of us get bored watching TV! In many ways we can said we helped this people but at the end they help us or at least me. They saved me, I was not anymore my own center of the universe. I still remember the noise of the river, the waterfall the one I have to admit I got lices. Is music to my head, all that green (nature). Living away this places ripped my heart into pieces. I don’t know if you ever dreamed of going again to a place you felt comfort one day but you had to go. I feel this place was unreal, very majestic, it was a dream become true. I still remember my way up to the mountains the day we had to visit every house, we felt, we shatter our jeans, we were ***** but they were in need of having someone interested on them at least for five minutes. Is like when we arranged ourself for a party, we expect everyone said us “hey, you look pretty, and at the end no one did say a word. We feel bad and ugly. Some in a while we deserve some kind of motive words and sometimes a hug. One can be so powerful to break up any anxious scene. We should be all be Basic, I mean not fancy, and ready to service the community. Everyone wear basic cloth, trending ones, master pieces that cant be missing in their closet, but why they don’t concerned about their souls the same way. Becoming flawless but of soul, at the end is the only that will remain.

Kids are the future of the world and society, if we teach them moral values then they will be suceesful in the future and forever.