Is the Peace Corps 'worth it'?
At some point during their service, nearly every Peace Corps Volunteer reflects back on the past month or year or two years and asks themselves the million-dollar question (er, well, in my case, the $280/month question):
Is it worth it?
Is the Peace Corps worth it for our host countries? Does the work we do really make a difference? Is bringing Americans to live in underdeveloped communities worth constantly provoking the jarring contrast between privilege and struggle? Is it worth the potential to incite jealousy and resentment, worth the possibility of engendering false hope and unfulfilled dreams?
And is it worth it for us Volunteers? Is spending two years of our lives here worth the infinitesimal gains we may make, worth the three steps back for every one step forward? Is it worth the job opportunities passed by and the friends' weddings and grandparents' funerals and annual family Christmas feasts that we're missing back home? Is it worth the loneliness and frustration and restlessness and discomfort and despair?
I pondered this question many times before joining the Peace Corps, because moving halfway across the world to live in a mud hut in sub-Saharan Africa for 27 months was not a decision I wanted to make lightly.
But I decided to do it anyway.
And yes, sometimes my life here feels like one long and convoluted detour. I bounce over potholes and swerve around roadblocks on a daily basis. Meetings get postponed and postponed again, then canceled. Every great idea I have for a new project to start in my community is met with an equally great obstacle that is either cultural, social or bureaucratic. Fish farming programs are delayed for weeks, and when they do finally come together the farmers focus on the most random things to spend two hours arguing about.
When I'm working on projects, I question my motives and wonder if I'm just trying to appease my sense of guilt at not doing enough, at never doing enough. When I'm sitting in my hut reading, that guilt spreads over me like the sticky sheen of sweat that slathers my body each evening.
But evaluating the worth of a Peace Corps service isn't as simple as jotting down attendance at meetings or counting new fish ponds. Development may be the easiest of our organizational duties to slap onto a job description, but it's often the most difficult foundation upon which to build lasting results. Perhaps more solid are the lessons that we're learning and teaching here in our host countries, as well as the insights that we're bringing back to America. The effects of cultural exchange, though harder to quantify, may very well last longer than wells and libraries and fish ponds. Because thanks to sons and daughters and sisters and college roommates and nephews and ex-girlfriends who live in gray tenement buildings in Armenia and sticky flats in Thailand and parched mud huts in Zambia, there is a growing network of Americans back home who are learning a little bit more about the world around them. And our neighbors in our host countries are receiving similar lessons as they observe and interact with American women and men on a daily basis, many of them young, most of them serving alone, nearly all of them coming from a radically different cultural and ideological background. They study our differences and answer our questions and reflect on our commonalities, as we learn their language and eat their food and share in their lives.
And through it all we ourselves are constantly changing. I think of the transformations we've undergone and will undergo, the strengths we're discovering, the self-esteem we're building. I think about the friends we've made, the tears we've fought to hide, the laughter we've shared. I think about the certainties that I'm coming to realize aren't quite as certain as I once thought they were. I think about the humility that I am slowly learning, the compassion and respect for my fellow human that is surging within me. And I ask myself again if it's worth it.
The answer, at least for me, is a resounding yes. Every single step of this incredible journey is worth it: the triumphs, the setbacks, the elucidation, the confusion, the disillusionment, the clarity. There are so many reasons why joining the Peace Corps has been one of the best decisions of my life. And the number of fish ponds I've helped farmers dig is nowhere near the top of the list.