Personal Narrative: My Volunteer Trip To Costa Rica

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I threw the hoe against the ground with all of my strength for what seemed like the hundredth time and pulled it back up to rip the grass out.
“Hey Jack, do you want to take a break from the field for a little?” my dad asked.
“No” I responded, as sweat dripped from my head and covered the back of my shirt.
I got back to work, as the hot sun blasted down while thinking to myself after having worked in the field for the last three days, how very badly I wanted to finish the project.
I was 17 when my family and I volunteered for a service trip to Costa Rica. A couple of years earlier, I went on another volunteer trip in West Virginia I wasn’t thrilled when my parents told me we were going, but once I had been there for a few days I realized