By Tyrel Nelson It was mid-January, but no snow was on the ground — an odd sight for Minnesotans. The 17 of us were truly in the verdant highlands of Panajachel, Sololá, Guatemala. Teammates on a Global Village journey, we had been providing our time and sweat on behalf of Twin Cities Habitat for Humanity (based in Minneapolis). And I had grown to admire the volunteers who had been at my side the past 7 days. Coming from all ages and walks of daily life, these compassionate folks left their loved ones, missed perform, applied vacation time, and invested their own funds to help a pair of families in need to have of decent, very affordable housing. Not only was I proud to have met such superior-hearted individuals, I was honored to stand prior to them. The sizzling afternoon sun was blinding, but that wasn’t the cause I was wearing shades. I was hiding behind them. I had been in this scenario a couple times just before. It was the end of the week, and I was to talk constantly an emoti...