AnneTeak
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Money doesn't buy good health.
Isn't it strange. I've heard of this. If I had millions and millions, I'd give much away. All to animal causes. If I had a couple of million, it would be a house, a total deluxe enclosed catio And I'd be OK. One crazy thing I'd buy would be a nice large gold bangle bracelet.Lottery winners. Oh my.
Jack Whittager, the largest single person lottery winner ever (319 million) lived in my parents little town of Hurricane West Virginia. When he won he was a respected business owner and regular church goer, happily married and devoted to his grand daughter Brandi.
Within just a few years his life was ruined. His granddaughter had been killed by her new found "friends," his daughter had died under mysterious conditions, his wife had left him, his house had burned down and his morals were so messed up he was paying waitresses in family restaurants to strip for him. Everyone hated and feared him and he said the money had cursed him.
Jack Whittaker (lottery winner) - Wikipedia
That is very true. I think my job is literally killing me even at part time. So some extra cash to quit now would be very helpful to me.Money doesn't buy good health.
Agreed. I say more is never enough. Greed must be horrible.Much of that self-pity comes from the fact that there are others who are richer. For some, enough is never enough.
“My millions made me feel like a king until some nerdy kid comes along who has BILLIONS. Why shouldn’t I feel sorry for myself?”
I call it the Bill Gates Effect.
Agreed. I say more is never enough. Greed must be horrible.
That is very true. I think my job is literally killing me even at part time. So some extra cash to quit now would be very helpful to me.
The true value is life itself.
I understand what you are saying about happiness and, of course, in the end, it isn't the material things which are the most important things in your life but, human beings tend to have aspirations. If you have been poor, it is understandable that if you reach a situation in life where you can afford material things like, nice clothes etc, simply being able to have these things, will bring you a sense of achievement, pride and even happiness. Of course though, as you pointed out in another post, what happiness is, is a whole different discussion.Every day life kills us. We all exist within a finite number of days. Minutes tick by, and (hopefully) we simply don't see it coming.
I am constantly reminded that happiness at a cosmetic level can be fleeting. Like wanting the latest fashion, the latest hair-do, the name brand baked beans. It's all surface stuff. Having these things, are they really happiness? I don't think so, they're just a stone skipping across the surface. If you know poverty, you know survival isn't dependent upon the size of the house, the clothes you wear, and the food you eat. The true value is life itself. And if you have a partner, in the committed love and attention (I've got your back) of another who could have chosen someone else.
While your statement is technically true, wealthier people typically have access to better healthcare and can afford more nutritious foods - whether they opt for them is open to question.Money doesn't buy good health.
I've never even heard of a Physical and stress test... maybe you wife's aunt hadn't either...StarSong brings up a good point. Seems like almost every week we read about a presumed well to do celebrity (actor, singer, athlete, etc.) that dies suddenly. I would be the ranch that many of these folks didn't get regular check-ups, and thus fate overtook them.
In example, My wife's aunt (ranch owner) passed on from a sudden heart attack (in Walmart!). It was noted that it could have been prevented by a regular physical and stress test. That would have revealed the almost blocked blood vessel, which would have been fixed by a heart stent. Believe me, money was not an issue here!
Well, how did they or theirs amass that kind of money? Think about it.I'm pretty well aghast at some of the generalizations in this thread.
"I take pity on the wealthy, why, well because they're wealthy. They couldn't possibly be good, caring people and lead a fulfilling, happy life because they're rich."
I'm on my own and self supporting. What kills me about my job is a 12 hour shift where I leave very tired. But feel like a POS who doesn't belong, I never took one break except my lunch break, while the "supervisor" is out front vaping where she shouldn't be because administration isn't there Saturday. She seems to help her friends and it's very humiliating and downgrading.Every day life kills us. We all exist within a finite number of days. Minutes tick by, and (hopefully) we simply don't see it coming.
I am constantly reminded that happiness at a cosmetic level can be fleeting. Like wanting the latest fashion, the latest hair-do, the name brand baked beans. It's all surface stuff. Having these things, are they really happiness? I don't think so, they're just a stone skipping across the surface. If you know poverty, you know survival isn't dependent upon the size of the house, the clothes you wear, and the food you eat. The true value is life itself. And if you have a partner, in the committed love and attention (I've got your back) of another who could have chosen someone else.