This really is a weird issue. I grew up poor as dirt and am grateful every day that I did. I listen to other people whine and complain and am so happy that I never wake up with the feeling that the world owes me a damn thing.

Yet, I’d never wish those hardships on any other child. There’s some kind of circuitry crossed up there. I think you can probably get the same benefits without ever experiencing true deprivation or suffering, but growing up with challenges is good for the soul.