I heard one of the rescue dog parents reassuring his pet that just because she had a bad start in life didn't mean she would have a bad life. If only that were true for people. I had a bad start in life AND i had a bad life. I have nothing in common with my neighbors. One is between apartments and staying with another. He refers to himself as "homeless" while he sleeps in a million-dollar condo in the sky. They are privileged. They've never suffered. Why am i associating with them?