Dreams Accomplished Generations Later
By Wendy Salto, Trinity College
I don’t even know how to start to speak or describe the roller-coaster of emotions I experienced during the trip to Israel and Palestine.
I’ve been back in school for a few weeks and nothing seems to be the same anymore. I could go on and on about all the experiences that I got to share with bus four on this trip, but I’m going to choose a specific moment for this blog post.
I didn’t expect to feel any type of connection with the holy sites we visited. I haven’t really thought about my faith in God since the day I decided I would no longer force myself to believe in him. I lost my faith and my religion several years ago after the death of my grandmother. She and I used to say prayers together when I would come home from school. We would read bible passages. I would go to church with my family. I even took four years of CCD classes. However, after the death of my grandmother I left that all behind and never looked back. We weren’t exactly close or saw eye to eye on everything, but I noticed when her presence was no longer felt in the house.
To my surprise a whirlwind of emotions hit me when we went to Mount of Beatitudes.
It was so peaceful. So pure. So genuine.
It was the first time in around 6 years that I entered a church. I refused to go to the mass they had during my grandmother’s funeral. I cried multiple times because I could not understand fully what I was feeling. I still truly can’t put it into words. I got to live one of the biggest dreams my grandmother ever had.
Ultimately, there were moments of happiness and laughter and anger. It wouldn’t have been the life changing trip it was had it not been for the combinations of emotions. I will always look back to that trip and be touched I was chosen and allowed to experience it. Thanks to the David Project.