The story that most defines me is the three years I have spent in Georgia; whereupon the malleable clay that was my character was shaped by the deft fingers of poverty and adversity. Up until April 2011, I had live in beautiful, sunny Southern California. I had everything a young man could want; a mind teeming with promise, annual passes to Disneyland, and a host of other luxurious amenities to keep myself occupied. Yet, I wanted none of it. I stood...