Peace Corps: Why I wanted to join?

2011 was the year before high school graduation. Mrs. Mann was my Finance class teacher at this time. One day in class we were assigned to think and write about what kind of career we wanted to pursue. Before this assignment, there was not much concern for my future in my life. That focus was more on my life at that moment. Thinking about what my interest are. There was a wanting in me to assist others that had fewer resources than myself. Also contributing my abilities and experiences to those who could use them for progression toward goals. Living through various experiences that would teach me several skills and push my limits mentally, emotionally as well as physically was important to in my life. Having challenges and obstacles to overcome were and are still initial in growing. Knowing how it feels to be on the hard end and making it to an accomplishment is one of the most rewarding feelings in life. Having desires come easy has never been a want for me. We push, we fight, we struggle so we can become stronger, so we can understanding how others do not have it easy. We learn how to become more compassionate and hopefully want to make better. Making better is just not doing good for them, it heals those who utilize what they have to others Sacrifice is important this is because it is healing. It is extremely cathartic. Being hands on with people is enjoyable. Whether that means talking to them, organizing them or constructing with them. Meeting people from other backgrounds and learning about multiple cultures by visiting and living in countries around the world. Being introduced to beautiful environments that I would have never imaged could exist. Staying in one place is uncomfortable. Always being on the move is the idea. Always creating and developing new skills. I think the most important thing for me is to seek some sort of redemption. Redemption for the for the privilege that I have been given and never actually making any major scarifies in my life. I didn't grow up in the Ritz but I have been able to live a life with everything that I could possibly need and access to what I want in life. Maybe it's some sort of survivor's guilt and no matter how long I stay in a developing country it doesn't make me a better person or makes me know what these people how to live with because I have lived a more privileged life that I can come back to when I want. They don't get to walk away from their life. I just feel like if I could see another side I could gain something that I've missed in my life. People tend to see a tragic news headline or hear about a disaster, feel bad then five minutes later go back to their regular lives. I want to feel some sort of suffering. Being there to seeing face to face how others live. All of these interest and viewpoints lead to the wanting of doing some kind of overseas volunteering. One class assignment had impacted my entire life.