Before we jump into this awesome, marvelous essay that everyone will enjoy, I just have a quick question. When is the last time you've asked a question? I suppose that it may not have been very long. This essay, or just a piece of writing, in fact, is coming from someone who does not ask too many questions. First of, let's talk about me. I used to live in Korea, but after some family crisis, we (I mean my family) moved to the Philippines. Mom, being the usual egghead in the house, started a home stay, which is technically a dorm with the building being a house. I learned English during those few years, and I am writing this essay in Korea. I met this great teacher in my international school in Korea. She told me I have gifts in writing, which led me to this site. Now, I have to say that I used to be a sore loser in the Philippines. Not because of the students in all the schools I went to, of course. They were all nice, friendly kids. Me, on the other hand, was quite different. Not active at projects, or generally anything at all, the only thing I remember doing that was the closest to call social activity was going out to the school talent show with a classmate and winning second place. I guess this experience (I'm not saying that it's any of you guy's faults, of course- to anyone of my past) kind of traumatized me into games, and I started living in a box. I can't say I had the worst personality, either. I guess I was a little weird, not being to socialize with other people very well, stuttering in my words, but I was nice, just like I am now. This experience, as I said earlier, kind of brought me away from people. I became a very crouched person, a golum, I should say. Unless people came up to me first, there was no way I would start a conversation first. Luckily, I had some friends that were nice enough to start a conversation with me. This got me to think, there may be nice people that exist in the world.