[FYI: This chapter is long and boring. So go ahead and skip it. All you really need to know is this: I went on a mission trip when I was a young adult, and it grew me up in so many ways. I grew in my self-confidence and I grew in my faith. But I would later discover that I had a lot more growing to do and that my faith and confidence were not as hunky-dory as I thought. Now you can go right to chapter 2, if you don't want to read a really long, boring chapter. You have my permission.]
In fact, I turned twenty-one just one week into my trip, surrounded by thousands of people I didn’t know. This mission trip was a very big step for me. Before I left, I was still living at home, working in my step-dad’s office, working with my mom in our youth group, and attending a community college. But I would be leaving behind everything to go to a remote jungle island near Australia with no one I knew and doing a job that I didn’t really feel qualified for.