A page from The Unthinkable: Who Survives When Disaster Strikes - and Why by Amanda Ripley
I guess it’s not exactly surprising, but it seems to explain a lot of things I’m witnessing in my later adulthood. I’ve always felt deeply impressed by selfless heroes, but I never really pondered the profile of heroism.
How is it privilege?
My parents were fucking great. Not the best but damn it they did the best they could with what they were handed. I can see how it could be considered a privilege.
Not everyone has good parents