Growing Up Poor Is Better Than Growing Up Wealthy
I grew up poor — and I think I’m a happier person because of it.
A couple of days ago I had a chat with a close friend of mine who grew up in a very wealthy family — the chat really left me thinking…
Both of us have sarcastic humor, and we tease and chirp at each other all the time. He will complain about something silly, and I will call him a spoiled brat, or a Westside rich kid (the people who grew up on the Westside of Vancouver, BC tended to be well off.
He’s also a white, handsome, male — so when he whines about not being able to decide where to go buy his dinner that night…it’s pretty fun to give him a hard time. What a tough life.
He dishes it back and it's all fun and games, but our recent conversation got real. It began because he was complaining about something that I found to be so ridiculous — and I felt like it merited a more serious conversation because he clearly didn’t realize how privileged he was.
He was trying to relate to me, and although were in similar financial situations currently and individually, we got here completely differently — and I have no backup.
I grew up very poor. We were on welfare, I went without meals at times, we relied on the meat draw at the local…
