I lived through famine. My body would shut down from malnourishment and I’d faint in the middle of the road on my walk home from school. Sometimes I’d wake up in a field and just keep walking. Other times I’d wake up in a friend’s house because their parent had recognized me.

I was never maltreated or abused. We simply did not have food on the table.

While I would never wish this on any child, I will always look back on my childhood with gratitude. Scarcity inspires creativity. Hardship builds character. I recognize the privileged position I’m currently in. I worked hard for it. My boys were born into it, and I sincerely hope they will never take it for granted. I hope they will learn, by example, that once you have earned this privilege, you can help others do the same.