My teenage daughter is in Mexico on a mission trip with her youth group.

Their job while in Mexico is to build two block buildings that will be

homes to two families.

From her perspective, this is a "trip" with the youth group.

From my perspective, this is a part of her education and a part of

learning to appreciate her privileged lifestyle. While I know some of

this may

be wishful thinking, as a parent of an emerging adult here is what

I would like to hear from her if she were to write me a letter.

Dear Dad:

Boy, is it hot here. I never realized how much I appreciate air conditioning.

We sweat in bed, the temperature is in the 80s at breakfast, and it

only gets hotter all day. We get up as soon as the sun rises, eat a quick

breakfast, and then we work almost all day in the sun moving concrete

blocks and mixing mortar. By the time we get