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Personal Narrative
Daniel Lopez-Blas
Dr. Morgan
CTW 1
The House
When I think about my high school experience, there are a couple of things that come to
mind: my teachers, my counselors, my clubs, fellow classmates, teammates, and the Kairos
retreat. Out of all of these, neither compares to the impact that my high school trip to Tijuana had
on me. At my high school, we are offered immersion programs, which are devoted to serving
communities either abroad or in the United States. This particular trip had a singular purpose: to
build a house for a family in need. Upon our arrival at Tijuana, Mexico, we were taken to a
campsite where we set up our kitchen, shower, and tents. The job site was not too far away and
we walked over to it every morning with our tools and lunches. Essentially, we had to build a
house from the ground up; installing walls, laying down foundation, roofing and placing stucco
to keep the walls and house covered and intact. The family that we built the house for was really
helpful and was eager to receive their home. At the end of the week they invited us to eat with
them and they had a whole celebration to commemorate the occasion. It was an overall humbling
experience as many of us got to interact with this family who materially had close to nothing, yet
they were extremely happy and proud of what they did for a living. It was especially impactful to
me because I was one of the few people in the group who actually spoke Spanish. As a result, I
was put in situations where I had to talk to the family and was able to voice their opinions and
requests to the rest of my group. I got to connect with the family in a special way because I was
While in Mexico, I began to reflect on my own life back home and all the times I took my
luxuries for granted. We have all these opportunities and resources that are available to me and
my peers and half the time we take them for granted. As Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie said in her
TED Talk, the “single story” blinds us and forces us to stereotype. The danger in my single story
stood in the fact that I didn’t know that people with so little could be so happy. When I first
heard of this family, the first thing I thought was how miserable I thought their lives were and
how they struggled to live. Of course, I didn’t consider the fact that they were a really close
family with lots of love and compassion. They allowed me and my peers into their home and
they trusted us, a bunch of high school students to build them a sturdy and functioning home.
Their trust in us was reflective of their own happiness and joy to receive this home. I was unable
to see them as anything but poor but upon interacting with them, I began to see our similarities. I
was able to see them like people and not just another family in need. Overall, this trip allowed
me to meet wonderful people who are just as eager about life as me. It showed me a different
way of living life and gave me a greater appreciation for what I have.