Confidence courses Kent I was sitting in the office that I shared with three other people at the advertising agency I worked at in Johannesburg. I was 22 years old and I was an accounts clerk. A girl called Saffron breezed into the room perched on the edge of the desk and started regaling us all with the exploits of her weekend. Her personality filled the room, she looked fantastic and her weekend sounded so glamorous.  She was successful, respected by everyone in the agency and she was only 24. I wanted to BE her! I wanted to be as successful as her, as popular as her, as respected as her...