The scenario you painted sounds like the way I was raised. Lots of love, plenty of food, clean clothes. All the other stuff that a majority of the poor kids today have - not so much. Times have changed for sure and I am deeply sympathetic and giving to those in need but most of us probably have a story to tell. My turn to a love of athletics, more specifically baseball, helped get me through. I never had time to think about anyone who might have had more. In rural Maine, the majority of people lived about like we did. My take on this is that in this country, if you are bright enough and willing to work hard enough for something quite often things work out well. Maybe I got lucky maybe I didn't. I had plenty of help but only because I earned it. Nothing was given to me - I must have been clutch.