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Cuernavaca, Mexico

Road Trip of My Life
Kirsten Price


Havana, Cuba
Riachualo, Guatemala

As A Missionary’s Child
As a missionary’s child, I had a crazy life.
As a missionary’s child, I flew on airplanes to foreign countries and ate food with names I couldn’t pronounce.
As a missionary’s child, I lived in over 27 different houses and spent many nights sleeping on people’s floors.
As a missionary’s child, I changed schools almost every year and was homeschooled, attended public school, and
private school.
As a missionary’s child, I would ask my father, “where do we live, Daddy?” and his only response was, “together”.
As a missionary’s child, I missed out on cable television and fast food.
As a missionary’s child, it was almost impossible to make friends that I could keep.
As a missionary’s child, I attended church every single week and volunteered helping in as many areas as possible.
As a missionary’s child, I was introduced to a whole new culture and the Spanish language at a young age.
As a missionary’s child, I was able to understand hardship and meet people less fortunate than myself.
As a missionary’s child, I learned to embrace changes and see the world in a new light.
As a missionary’s child, I formed a bond with my family that is unbreakable and gained experiences I will never
forget.
As a missionary’s child, I became the person I am today.
And I wouldn’t change a thing about the way I grew up.

Memoir
In Cuba, the weather was always warm. There was no air conditioning in
the house we stayed at – only these fans that just circulated the warm air around
the small rooms. It was at night when we would have our services in the basement
of the small house to try to prevent it from being so hot, but it was still always so
hot. People from all over the area would meet up to be apart of the little church
service. It was a big deal for people to come to these – as it was illegal for us to be
gathering. But people always showed up. Most people didn’t even have a seat to
sit in, and people would have to stand shoulder to shoulder so everyone could fit.
There were a few old Bibles that were passed around and for worship time, we had
one guitar and no microphone. The worship was genuine. The prayers were
heartfelt. The people were grateful. Although I selfishly hated leaving the United
States and being homeschooled and moving all the time, moments like this made
it all worth it. It forced me to be grateful for the freedom we know in the United
States and put in to perspective what it’s like to live under communist rule. It also
made realize that some people will do almost anything for their faith - for their
sincere faith. Even as a young girl, I was able to realize these things and these
vivid memories are still alive in my mind today.
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Dear Dad,
Thank you for giving me the craziest childhood imaginable.
Throughout every situation, you have always been there for me and I
have learned so much from you. I have learned what the meaning of
real sacrifice is and I have watched you as you have given up
everything you have for others. You are so humble and selfless and I
hope I can someday be half the person you are. You have taught our
family what it means to stick together through anything and you have
provided for us even when it felt like we had nothing at all. You
constantly put others before your self and every decision you make is
based on the the effect it will have on others. You are such a hero to me
and I am the luckiest girl in the world to call you my daddy.
Forever your little girl,
Kirsten


Missionary

Meaningful
International
Sacrifice
Share
Isolated
Opportunity
New
Abroad
Revival
Youth

Information about the Price Family
Both of my parents grew up in Christian homes. My Dad’s dad was a pastor and my Mom’s dad was a
deacon in their church. After my parents were married, they immediately threw their lives in to ministry. Starting
off, they ran the children’s program and bus ministry at the church they attended, Northside Baptist Church. It was
around 1996 that my dad felt called to be a missionary to Cuba. My mom supported his decision and they immediately
started taking the steps necessary to go in to full time missions. My sister and I were both very young at this age (2 and
3) so it was a big sacrifice for them to sell everything they had – car, house, clothes, furniture, etc. We purchased a
huge van and begin traveling all over the United States to raise financial support.
Once my parents felt confident enough with the money raised, we drove from Charlotte, NC to
Cuernavaca, Mexico. It was here where my parents attended Spanish school and because fluent in the language. My
sister and I had a nanny who only spoke Spanish, so we picked up the language as well.
My parents felt called to live in Cuba, but this wasn’t as easy as expected. We were able to retrieve visas
that allowed us to stay for three months at a time, but we couldn’t make Cuba our permanent residency. To get
around this bump in the road, we would live in Cuba as long as possible and then stay in Mexico until we were able to
go back.
This worked for us and we saw so many amazing things happen in Cuba. We met in a basement of a
families house and were able to share the gospel with so many people who had never heard of it before. We also
supplies medical supplies to hospitals and helped get children in to schools.
Around 2004, while visiting the states, my parents were presented with the amazing opportunity to start
a Spanish speaking church in Charlotte, NC. Although we were all sad to leave Cuba, my parents felt like this was what
God was now calling them to do.
We moved back to the states and started what would become the largest Spanish speaking church in all of
North Carolina. The church focuses on missions, but we still visit places like Cuba, Mexico, and Guatemala as much as
possible.


About the Author
My name is Kirsten Price. I am a student at
UNC Charlotte studying Elementary
Education. From a young age, working
with children has been a huge passion for
me. I absolutely love the feeling of
teaching someone something they have
never learned before and being and
influential part of someone's life forever!

Growing up, I had a crazy childhood! I
moved over 27 times and lived in foreign
countries all over the world. All these
experiences have really given me a heart
for people less fortune than myself. These
experiences have had a huge impact on the
person I am today!


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