“Look, I worked for the minimum wage,” he explained. “Two bucks an hour back in the 1970s. I had jobs that — what did I learn? I learned to show up on time, I learned certain skills, and I learned I didn’t want to make the rest of my life so I better get an education.”
You learn from cancer, too. Go suck on a tailpipe, Gigot.
This is so poisonous, this "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger" bullshit that never actually comes from anyone while they're in the middle of their suffering. It's really, really fun to wax philosophical about the mental fortitude you gained form hunger while you sit in front of a full dinner plate. I have cabinets full of food, so I can really easily romanticize the days when I was living out of the day-old bagel bin at my friend Steve's coffee shop.
While I was poor, though? I wanted a goddamn roast beef sandwich.
What doesn't kill you does sometimes make you stronger. And sometimes it just hurts a lot, and keeps on hurting, and there's no point to it whatsoever, and you make up stuff after the fact about what it got you, so that you can get up in the morning without screaming about the injustice done to you. How you compensate for what happened to you is your business, but it's gross to say that everyone else needs to suffer the same way, on the off chance they learn the same lessons.