What has wealth got to do with it?
As a child, I used to wish that I was born into a wealthy home especially on those days when we either had to go without dinner or settle for boiled corn only. This wish was not because I didn’t love my parents but because I wanted more from life. I felt that I had been cheated somehow. Why couldn’t I go to the best schools, have nice toys or go on vacation?
In this part of the world, this feeling follows a lot of us about most of our growing years. We feel like we were not treated fairly. Although viewpoints change as we grow older, there's still that tendency to feel that if one had wealthy parents, one would have gone further, achieved more or had access to better opportunities in life. How true this is, I really don't know. When someone from a wealthy home achieves greatness, people are quick to point out that he or she had support from family no matter how much time and effort he or she put into it. If the person is from a poor home, he or she is praised for achieving against all odds. It is as if being wealthy defeats the purpose. Does wealth mean one is blessed or has gotten it all figured out?