Really? Please, tell me of your epic stories of hardships and struggles.
I wouldn't call them "hardships and struggles," but my father died when I was 17, my mother when I was 18, and my younger brother when I was 19; the three most important people in my life over a 31-month period.
I had six older brothers and sisters (my younger brother and I were late children, coming when our parents were in middle age), all of whom are now dead, long before they lived out their three-score and seven; I wasn't close to them (although got along okay with them, formally), as they'd turned out Democrats, liberals, and primitives, going against nearly everything in which I believe. They were proof that "better living through chemistry" is bullshit, dying between the ages of 40 and 59, all of them bloated up by pharmaceuticals.
I was born deaf, absent ears. The effects of accutane.
Even with a college degree, a solid work history, and a wonderful reputation, it's harder than Hell for a deaf person to be gainfully employed, and if employed, it's a string of dead-end jobs.
However.
I don't consider myself having been unlucky, or mistreated by life.
In fact, I think I've been treated rather well.
As far as I can tell, my nonchalant, don't-take-it-seriously, happy-go-lucky attitude is because I know God
is, and that God in the end takes care of all. I don't merely "believe" in God; I
know God is, and there's not a damned thing anybody can do about it.