Why would you do this?

Rumbling of large buses with a mixture of mototaxis (aka Tuk-Tuks) without mufflers, combined with the sauna like heat that begins promplty after the tent´s dirt-caked walls are hit by intense sun rays, undoubtedly wakes you up before seven o´clock every morning. After a breakfast of stale bread rolls and unflavored oat meal, the day starts. Huge piles of rubble, daunting at first sight, make you question whether once the sun has reached its peak if you´ll pass out from exhuastion or heat stroke. By 11:30, your arms are burning so much that it doesn´t seem even remotely possible that you´re going to be able to carry the wheel barrow that has been loaded beyond the brim with of chunks of brick and concrete. Your hair begins to almost take on the consistency of dreadlocks, as the flying dust and concrete forms in clumps to the sweat that has moistened all of your head, hardly keeping you and cooler it seems. Then, as you drive your shovel into the pile with what little strength you have left it, it hits something that does not feel like the usual contents of the previous 500 hundred shovels. You reach down to find and pull out a small book, dusting it off, you find that it is a small children´s book, abondoned during the chaos of 2 minute long Earthquake, as you begin to dig more of the artifacts, the realization dawns that this is not just a rubble pile that you are exhausting your body in an attempt to clear. Its somebody´s home, it was someone´s life shaken into shambles and buried in overwelming burden. At 12:30, a face to this unknown family reveals itself, beaming with happiness and gratitude. The have brought food and proudly offer it to you in exchange for the hope that you have brought them. They watch closely making sure everyone recieves their fill, loading each plate with more as soon as its empty. After a quick nap on the concrete you just spent the morning clearing off, you get back to work. By the day´s end you look around to see an unrecognizable empty lot, how could this possibly have been attained in just one day? Only throught the hard work of the people next to you can any feat such as this be accomplished. As you walk your tired body back, members from the community all show their apreciation, through smiles, holas or gracias, or drink or popsicle. Your company is comprised of people form around the world all similarly connected by the desire to help people in need as well as travel to exotic locales. Easily making the time to unwind from such arduous labor with drinks and jokes, one asks themselves why would anyone want to do this? Because its the best time you´ve ever had....