A while ago I understood for the first time why the poor were so abhorred in medieval times: everything was about God, and those with money thought the poor were poor because they had done something wrong, so God had punished them.

I have a small amount of money in the bank, probably more than most of my friends, and I consider myself lucky (I say lucky - a medieval person would have said blessed - they must have done something well to be blessed, and those not blessed must have done something wrong) to have the money and that's about it. I feel bad for one of my best friends, who needs but can't afford a service dog. Asides from that, I don't really think much about how much money I have, my parents have, and my friends have.