Hope you are not offended with hell, “hell” is only the meaning you give it.  I am a product of my environment and I do not necessarily like my environment.  Don’t get me wrong and don’t think I am an ingrate of living in paradise, but I just do not know what else is out there and because of that I do not like it…I know there is more.  For all I know I’m living in a wade of chewing gum that is stuck in between the toes of a giant.  I live a pink colored life, not a life of opulence but a comfortable one.  I have never felt hunger, never felt lost, and never seen anyone die.  I cry because its too cold or because its to hot.  But I know that I have what it takes to have a thick skin and I am able to see life in a different hue, but for that I know that I have to see and explore the world.  I think that is why I have an obsession with joining the Foreign Services.  I know I can do it, I know I can help, and I know I can grow and find my purpose.