After the devastating hurricanes that have hit multiple parts of our country this season, I felt compelled to go help. You can’t typically just offer thoughts and prayers for those affected by the disaster, sometimes you need to get motivated and go make a difference. Since I didn’t have money or supplies to donate, I decided to supply of our time and drive down south to one of the hardest hit areas. I found I was not alone, and that an army of helpful Americans had also come to help rebuild. The government even offered us a place to stay, a makeshift camp of FEMA trailers that were nice and dry, however, lacked things like plumbing, electricity, and air conditioner, but listen, I recognize it sounds selfish, however, after working strenuously for twelve hours it would have been nice to come back to an air conditioned bed. But it was too much to expect that, so all the volunteers just toughed it out in the sweltering hot trailer with no form of cooling. All of us couldn’t even sleep with the windows open because the bugs were so excruciating. It was much worse than the ventilation and air quality of a hot and sweaty trailer. On the fifth night a few of us got tired of it, so we found a nearby hotel with an air conditioned room and both of us rented it. There were twelve of us in that little room, mostly sleeping on the floor, however, it was worth it to a night of blessed A/C.