The International Writers Magazine: Lifestyles

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Building Houses • Wes Weston The sun beat down from overhead with such intensity I was breaking out in a sweat just sitting in the shade. I didn’t mind the heat so much, I was just glad to be outside. However, it did impede the speed of our progress at the construction sight. It was grinding work between digging, mixing concrete, laying blocks, and bending rebar, all of which I personally had little to no practical experience in.

I’ll admit that building houses was not in my job description. As I sat there with my back against a tree I poured a half bottle of cool water over my head. A smile surfaced across my face not because I felt more refreshed, but because I was truly happy. To much welcome a gentle breeze suddenly swept across the landscape and took my thoughts with it. My mind began to wonder. How did I get here...?

For several years I had the dream of living abroad, learning a different language and culture. Wasn’t there something more to life than routine and monotony? At times I would often wonder if most people were really waking up in the morning inspired by the work they were doing and how they were living their lives. I needed to make a change. I wanted to become actively involved in something positive that would provide me with a sense of purpose. Does that even exist, and if so where do I sign up? Perhaps it’s easier said than done. However, I finally took the initiative and began to realize this dream when I traveled to Costa Rica on a whim and found myself volunteering with Habitat for Humanity International. Can one person really change the world? I wanted to find out.

Habitat for Humanity International is a nonprofit, ecumenical Christian organization dedicated to eliminating substandard housing and homelessness worldwide and making adequate, affordable shelter a matter of conscience and action. Habitat just started a new International Volunteer Program (IVP) for long term volunteers and rightfully so I was the first to go through the program. My official title was the Volunteer Coordinator for Latin America & the Caribbean. I felt this to be a tremendous opportunity as the organization was built and existed on the support of volunteers. Starting out I was a bit on edge but in due time I found my groove within the Habitat framework. It was unbelievable - I was actually enjoying office work. I took part in the development of materials such as a volunteer manual, interview guides, and evaluation forms; worked with a task force for the continuous improvement of the IVP program; I even did an on-site volunteer training in El Salvador. Yet the greatest part about my job was getting to work alongside other volunteers such as myself. People who were there not because they had to be or were paid to be, but were there simply because they wanted to be. As far as the volunteers were concerned my role was to coordinate housing and arrival logistics, administer orientations, and support them throughout their stay. There was such a charisma amongst the volunteers I would often take it a step further and plan weekend excursions, after work outings, you name it. We ended up not just changing the lives of others, but changing the lives of each other. Working with Habitat gave me the confidence to feel I could accomplish any task, but more importantly it gave me a genuine sense of fulfillment in being able to work hard at work worth doing.

As often as possible I would try to take a break from the office and take the volunteers on build trips to Habitat construction sights throughout Costa Rica. It was extremely heartwarming to be able to see firsthand what the work you’re doing ultimately culminates in. Out at the sight we would get to work alongside the benefiting Habitat family who was always very receptive, helpful, and appreciative of us being there. The scene was a fantastic amalgamation of cultures, economic backgrounds, and beliefs. Yet the common bond that tied us together so tightly was the simple notion of building a home. Just seeing everyone working, laughing, smiling, and sharing created an atmosphere so rich with emotion it made me reconsider how I defined wealth. The house was symbolic of much more than just a place of residence. It represented a unity, a coming together, an inherent understanding of equality that we’ll carry with us for the rest of our lives. As cliché as it may sound it’s true. We were not just building homes, we were building lives.

Internationally or domestically, conflict resolution or human rights, poverty or the environment - it’s disheartening to think that there are so many ways to get involved and give back to the global community. However, these dilemmas exist not to create despair but activity. It doesn’t matter where you begin to start making positive contributions just so long as you make the decision to start, which is ultimately the toughest decision you’ll have to make. I chose the movement of eliminating poverty housing. Did I eliminate poverty housing? Not even close. Did I succeed? Absolutely. The serenity of my experience taught me that I alone cannot do away with poverty housing, which lead me to the answer I was looking for. Perhaps one person can’t change the world, but the world can certainly change for one person. And it’s this domino effect, that if spread across the globe we can, collectively, achieve the unimaginable and create a world that reflects the warmth of mankind instead of its indifference.

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