Every mission trip is like the first one and every time its incomparably different and interesting. The last mission trip to Tanzania wasn’t an exception. It was the worst and the best mission experience of my life so far.The first, worst side started on Sunday, the day before departing to Africa. Strange things started happening. I got sick. In a moment I began feeling weak but didn’t give it much attention. The next morning I started coughing, didn’t look like a big deal at all. I had an important flight in three hours, so I didn’t even give a thought about canceling such an opportunity, and that was the right choice no matter how unimaginably bad it got later on! More