Before I arrived in Jamaica, I was nervous and overwhelmed. I wasn’t sure how I would fit in or how I could teach the kids anything because of the cultural differences. How could I understand their perspective? Needless to say, I was totally out of my comfort zone and didn’t know anyone who was going very well. Once I met the other members going, I was thankful to be part of a group (wearing the Youth Corps Shirts helped), but I was still wondering what I could offer. Once we arrived in Jamaica, driving down the road, I remember seeing a small hut/shack, where one side was metal, another was wood, and it was made of whatever they can find, with a sign that said “future Walmart,” that was no larger than my kitchen.