As a nurse for Nurses for the Nations, and part of a mission team to San Pablo Guatemala, the poverty was instantly recognizable through the unsanitary conditions and infrastructures of the villages. The Guatemalan people dressed in customary clothes of the culture, as the women wore bright colored woven shirts and wraps and the men wore modest dark pants, long sleeved shirts and sombreros.
Depravity and depression was present among the people. Over the course of one week, 15 of us worked out in San Pablo, a relatively remote village of the Mayan people. I knew while I was there, that my life’s course was not only changing but was never going to be the same. I have always been blessed by most American standards, but it was clear, that I was embarking on a new purpose, a new sense of self as a nurse.
During my time served at the clinic, most of the indigenous who arrived, were sick from intestinal parasites and many suffered from scabies. There living conditions were very sparse, with little electricity and plumbing with man-made motes to run the water down hill towards the lake and away from the village center. I was dumbfounded to witness such disheartening acute and chronic conditions which are easily curable, and even though they lacked medical care and have little technology to help, they remained optimistic to all those who would listen to them.
The needs of the Guatemalan people and the Mayan people is monumental. They need medical care, and teaching and training. Even though the needs are great, it was evident that as we move forward as nurses and as an organization in trying to help the Mayan people, boundaries are man-made and that Gods work and intervention is limitless if we allow Him to work through us.
The trip was a spiritual awakening for me, and as a representative of Nurses for the Nations, I felt so blessed to be serving God in this capacity. I knew this is where I belonged, and where we belong as an organization.