From Accidental FIRE …
Regular readers know I was born and raised in Baltimore City. I can’t say I grew up in poverty, my family was solidly lower-middle class. My Dad was a printing press mechanic, a decent blue collar job that earned enough to raise a small family, but not enough to get us out of the city.
But I was surrounded by lots of poverty, and grew accustomed to it. As an observant teenager I learned quickly about the “cycle of poverty”, because I witnessed examples of it every day.
The cycle of poverty is an incredibly tough thing to break. Could just some exposure to people outside of one’s societal bubble be the answer?