<p>Since noones gonna plagiarize mine i just put it on here haha ....yeah....I desperately need your help ;A;
i have a lot of a lot of grammars and weird sentence structure...and so on...
I'll appreciate your help until my life ends </p>
<p>At 6p.m., the street is crowded by traffic coming back from work. The sun becomes dark and soon the aroma of food floats in the air. We easily grab what we want to eat as much as we want. To me, food meant just a tool to please my tongue before I took a mission trip in the other side of the Earth, Cambodia, where the fortune of abundance slid by. </p>
<p>I woke up in the hot air heavily surrounding my body. I slowly walked into a room, where the other team leaders and a teacher came in, rubbing their drowsy eyes. This early morning meeting was held for team leaders every day, to pray and discuss about daily tasks. Being a leader was not only leading the team but also was serving for the team. Since my team was grouped by a seven-years-old girl to a sixteen-years-old boy, I had to make sure everyone was following along; no one was missing or wounded. Since the schedule was planned tightly, only one trouble might damage the whole plan and leader had to take the responsibility, representing the misbehavior of the team. As a team leader and also a member, I learned that group working required consideration for the others and sacrifice of individualism.</p>
<p>The sand storm swirled out from the ground and houses were poorly built by couple of lumbers and leaves. This Cambodian village was where people in poverty lived at and I went in to the village for the first time with my missionary team. We were holding tens of bags carrying breads, costumes and Korean tambourines. We planned to show them a Korean choreography to interchange our culture and also planned to give out bread to the kids. Our plans went through smoothly. When people delightedly cheered while we showed them our choreography, our months of practice were paid off. I enjoyed times meeting Cambodians and somehow communicating with them, using body language and eye contact. </p>
<p>I was standing in the middle of the village, giving out bread to kids with my team. We were surrounded by noise yelling and fighting to get bread. Meanwhile, we noticed that same kids were coming back for multiple times. I told to a teacher about kids coming back, concerning if bread would run out for the other kids. The teacher smiled and said bread was enough so let them to get more bread. Instantly, I realized that the kids carried breads to their families to share with. I had to form a broader perspective to lead my team and myself to our common goal; to help people. When I went back, the same kids were still coming back. This time, I gave them bread with cheerfully smiling.</p>
<p>Even though it was ordinary bread that we could easily find, the bread was vital source to live to the Cambodians. When I cognized their conditions through a deeper and wider perspective, the bread of maturity and wisdom fed my hunger for better self.</p>