I hated it.
It was hot, sticky, hard, and everyone smelled SO bad.
During the trek all I can remember is how hungry I was.
We're talking starving - i'm an eater.
One night we each got an individual packet of tuna, and four crackers.
After the trek I had trouble eating apples and peanut butter crackers...since that is what we lived off of.
I've never been so happy to take a shower.
Or not live out of a bucket.
And use a real bathroom.
And have a real bed.
And eat fried chicken.
I. Am. Selfish.
In class we read Death Strikes the Handcart Company by Parley P. Pratt and it really made me realize how easy my trek was in comparison.
Really, how easy my life is.
No one in my family died - no one died at all, I didn't go through frozen rivers, I didn't have to kill my food, when my three days was over I got in the van and drove back home.
I am a firm believer that our Heavenly Father gives us things we can handle, which is why I was born in this century. I can deal with the drugs, sex, and corruption going on in our world - but ask me to trek across the United States? No thanks.
I have so much appreciation and love for the people who were able to do this so that we can now be free and be spread throughout the United States.
It takes special kind of people to be able to make it through that, bad attitude or not.
Death, hazardous weather, war, and constantly being worried.
They made it.
We made it.
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