I have been fortunate to participate with Global Brigades for the past two consecutive years, and I cannot even begin to encapsulate the transformative experience it has provided me. During my first brigade I found myself at a loss of words by the purity and subsistence of the land as well as the beauty of the people. However, despite the vibrancy of this trip, I continued to encounter this eerie, yet oddly familiar feeling. These particular sentiments seemed to heighten when I watched the other brigaders play and take pictures with the Honduran children. I couldn’t explain why these instances brought me uneasiness, however, at the snap of each photo and the squeeze of each playful hug, these feelings reoccurred. Upon my return to Honduras in January of 2013, I was baffled by the reoccurrence of these same sentiments, and it wasn’t until the end of the week that I finally received revelation of the subconscious realizations that were occurring. I am half Native American, and I grew up on the Navajo reservation in Northern Arizona where I also attended school as a child. I vividly remember the missionaries that would travel across the country to build us a new school because our current building was poorly constructed and lacked adequate infrastructure (a standard reflective of the living conditions on my reservation). They worked relentlessly, and during lunchtime would join my classmates and me, playing and taking pictures with “the little Indian children.” It was these precise memories that were being translated into my experience in Honduras, and I wasn’t too sure how to internalize such familiarities. However, as these reminiscent moments persisted, I was finally able to take a step back and acknowledge their significance. I was now on the opposite end of the spectrum, no longer a child receiving resources but an empowered young adult providing services to a community in need. What I found most potent was that despite my youth, it proved that I have the capacity to make a difference and impact the lives of others.