Give Africa My Mushrooms

I have wanted to be an astronaut since I found out what they did. Astronauts are the only people that have seen the world from outside of it. Perspective is completely different for spacemen. They think about their world knowing how small it really is. I am sheltered beyond my own belief, when I think about it. How can I be so lucky to live so luxuriously? I have never missed a meal in my life, at least not for want of food. Like far too many children who haven't learned yet, I pushed my plate away because of "texture issues." I still do this. I still take mushrooms out of food and scrape them onto my dad's plate knowing full-well how absolutely stupid it is to do this in the mindset that if my dad didn't eat them, I would throw them away. If the mushrooms cannot be rationalized as food for another, they will not be eaten by me. Because of texture issues. Two people in the world can understand how stupid that is, really: the hungry (those who are or have been) and astronauts who have seen earth from space. Astronauts can't see individual people. If I looked at earth from space, I wouldn't see anyone or anything I really knew, only the planet itself. But there are places on that planet that I know have it better than others. If I look at North America, the U.S.A specifically, and then look at Africa, the middle of Africa, where almost no one eats three meals a day and if they do, those three meals wouldn't satisfy an American for breakfast, I will understand the disparity. I need perspective, I need to understand these problems, at the very least.
Understanding the world outside of it after having experienced that world is the only way to fully know it, to have perfect perspective. I cannot understand the Holocaust ever, but I can learn about it and always be open to hearing about it because it was one of the worst things that has ever happened and if we can't understand it, we have to be able to learn about it as much as we can. We are all insignificant and some people are suffering or have suffered and those people are no more insignificant than the bratty American child pushing brussel sprouts away from his mouth. God has abandoned all of us because we are our own God and always have been. We need to act on His values of compassion because love is the only way we can understand truly. An astronaut has to love earth before he leaves it, and only then will he understand it.