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When I first thought about volunteering in Uganda I was only thinking about myself and how it would help me in my life. I thought it would make me appreciate what I have in America, how thankful I should be for having loving parents and friends, and the education I have received here. However I found my experience to bring forth different emotions. It's hard to put into words the feelings I experienced as I stepped inside the dirt floored classroom, or when I saw little children walking miles with jugs of water to take back to their families. They say you experience culture shock when you live in a different country. But I didn't feel it, I felt nothing but joy and happiness when I was with the children and locals. They were all so nice and so willing to help. Can't find many people like that in America. Although I didn't experience culture shock when just was in Uganda, I have experienced it everyday since I've been back in America. I miss the simplicity of life, the welcoming from everyone, and the constant happiness. I have never met a group of students who were more willing to learn than those in Uganda. They love life, it's that simple. So instead of only thinking about myself before I went to uganda, I now cannot stop thinking about others, I constantly remind myself how happy those kids were, and how happy life can truly be in America, helping others has become my passion and I would do anything to bring a smile to someone else's face.