My Inaugural Mission Trip at 57 Years of Age

Over ten years ago, I was chatting with Maggie, a young nurse colleague and friend who is 30 years my junior. She shared her experiences volunteering with a Christian organization called Real Impact Missions (RIM), which coordinates mission trips around the world. Once a year, they organize a one-week medical mission trip. Without hesitation, I told her that such a trip was “on my bucket list.” But life had kept me busy—raising children, working in the medical field, and going back to school.

Maggie mentioned they were in need of medical doctors and nurse practitioners. More practitioners meant more patients could be seen, especially in underserved neighborhoods where healthcare was scarce or unaffordable. I was sold. I signed up immediately for that summer’s trip. That year, three other doctors and I saw over 1,000 patients in five days.

Journaling the Journey

Journaling was recommended but not required. Initially, I didn’t plan to write, but after the first day, I was so moved that I knew I had to document the experience. We cared for people who had never seen a doctor before. In the mountains, some elderly patients spoke only a Mayan dialect, requiring two translators—one to Spanish, and another to English.

I’m grateful I kept that journal. It helped me process the beauty and sadness of each day. Even now, I can revisit those moments and reflect on the impact.

The Environment

Guatemala, nestled between Mexico and Central America, has two seasons: dry (November to May) and rainy (May to November), also called the green season. Our mission trip was in July, when mornings were clear and afternoons brought daily showers. My journal entry from the first clinic day read: “The land was green and lush. We had occasional rain interspersed with sun.”

The Bus Ride and Prayers

The drive into the mountains was breathtaking—and nerve-wracking. Narrow, winding roads and close calls between buses had me praying for safety. I also prayed for the ability to deliver compassionate and effective care, despite language barriers.

By the end of the first day, I felt at ease. We connected with patients not just through interpreters, but through respectful voices, gentle touch, sincere eye contact, and shared laughter and tears.

Two Faces I’ll Never Forget

A joyful five-year-old girl skipped over to me and my interpreter. “You look happy,” I said. “I am happy,” she replied, beaming. I was the first doctor she remembered seeing.

Later, a 56-year-old woman came in, her face blank and spirit seemingly absent. She spoke of lifelong hardships. I listened, hugged her, and prescribed vitamins, acetaminophen, and a three-month course of antidepressants—hoping to offer some relief. I encouraged her to follow up with future clinics.

The next day, the little girl’s smile came to mind, quickly followed by the woman’s hollow expression. I realized both images would coexist in my memory. I feared the little girl’s joy might one day fade into the same emptiness.

Reflecting on Ten Mission Trips

Initially, I thought I’d go on just one trip—it was a bucket list item. But after that deeply spiritual week, I knew I had to return. I told my husband Jim that while most decisions are mutual, this one wasn’t negotiable. He understood.

Each year, I’m called by the Spirit to join RIM and serve alongside incredible volunteers and interpreters. We all bring unique gifts, and together we provide medical and spiritual care with the time and resources we have.

Though the countries and cultures vary, one truth remains: we are all connected by our need for respect and relationships. Mothers worry about their children. Children seek love and approval. Teachers care deeply for their students.

Health issues differ by region—some related to sanitation or environment—but many are universal. We treat high blood pressure, diabetes, osteoarthritis, and educate women on menopause and children on nutrition.

Gratitude and Growth

Every time I return home, I’m reminded of how blessed I am. I appreciate access to healthcare, clean water, and nutritious food. When I hear complaints, I want to climb on my soapbox and remind others of how fortunate we are.

I plan to continue joining RIM as long as I’m able. Our volunteers range from 14 to 83 years old. I proudly share my age, hoping to inspire younger participants. I encourage everyone to pursue their dreams—don’t live with “If only…” regrets.

Speaking of my motto, I began learning Spanish two years ago using Duolingo. I felt guilty for visiting Spanish-speaking countries without trying to learn the language. It took me seven years to commit, but I finally did. Over time, I have come to realize that starting one new experience often leads to another—and that’s a great thing!  If like me, you want to live life to the fullest, you may want to adopt my motto: “I’m never too old, and it’s never too late.”